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Jul 2020
tedious tardy sleeps are the latest commodity
my advisorโ€˜s eulogized,
though I have dealt with it
for as long as ever.

since I do that exceedingly well.
just once Iโ€™d wish to sink into bed,
shut my eyes for a shielded moment,
and find myself revived afterwards.

perhaps my life is
too cluttered with uncertainties,
so my bedlam body unlearned to be happy.

instead, a high demand of despondency
is expected to be appeased by
the insomniac stakeholders of my remains.
Thanks for reading.
Written by
Knut Kalmund  22/M
   Bogdan Dragos
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