Should Be Sleeping - Poem by Christopher Ridgeway
In the dark, looking out nothing to see.
Should be sleeping, just done drinking
Body looking to rest, mind looking to test me.
Thinking too hard about nothing, it should come easy.
Nothing isn't easy. Nothing isn't hard. Nothing is nothing.
So why then when I lay down my head nothing is the last thing to find
All that races through are the days events
Could they have been different, were my words, deeds, understood?
Could I have offended, it was all a joke, a lark, a friendly poke. The
sarcasm that fills my every word, the tone, inflection, intonation,
volume all speak to what I said.
Too much? Too far?
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