there is no adjective
to describe
the feeling
that follows
three nights without sleep
the swollen eyes
too much light
(even in the dark)
then what am I
to say when asked, "how are you
today?"?
"tired"
that in itself is a
tiresome response
try
to recall the number of
times you've posed
that question of formality
to an aquaintance, only
to receive
"tired" as a response, as if
that frame of mind is
the newest epidemic sweeping our
terribly exhausting society- seven
to eight hours a night,
that's what we need, or else our
train of
thought is likely
to steer itself off
the rails at least
twice per
talk
this poem is
trash
though I
tried
to be
thoughtful, and
to start each sentence with a
t
(besides the ones in parentheses)
taste my insomnia
take a slice if you dare
teach me
the way
to shut
these
tired eyes
there is no adjective
to describe
the feeling
that follows
three nights without sleep
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
there is no adjective
to describe
the feeling
that follows
three nights without sleep
the swollen eyes
too much light
(even in the dark)
then what am I
to say when asked, "how are you
today?"?
"tired"
that in itself is a
tiresome response
try
to recall the number of
times you've posed
that question of formality
to an aquaintance, only
to receive
"tired" as a response, as if
that frame of mind is
the newest epidemic sweeping our
terribly exhausting society- seven
to eight hours a night,
that's what we need, or else our
train of
thought is likely
to steer itself off
the rails at least
twice per
talk
this poem is
trash
though I
tried
to be
thoughtful, and
to start each sentence with a
t
(besides the ones in parentheses)
taste my insomnia
take a slice if you dare
teach me
the way
to shut
these
tired eyes
there is no adjective
to describe
the feeling
that follows
three nights without sleep
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