No Time For Tea Poem by Mathew Lewis

No Time For Tea

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I’m tired.
So very very tired.
There is no room for slumber in restless thoughts.
I am desperate for rest.
A drink, a drug, anything.
But induced sleep is not sleep is it?
It is stolen,
Not graciously given but taken
So that it demands a price.
Blurry red eyes,
Hazy mangled thoughts
And an oh so slow responsiveness.
And what then the next night?
A relapse into fever,
Vivid dreaming,
Four in the morning
Hurtle up to a sitting position
And forget about the borrowed hours.
I’m tired.
Tired of thinking.
Tired of being.
And all the time there are knots,
Heavy heavy knots,
Baked in the sun,
Treated in tar.
There will be no escape.
I’m tired.
So very very tired.
And the only way to ease my insomnia
Doesn’t want to come for tea anymore.

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