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Tick, tick, Down, down, the watch beeps On the hour, Every hour, I always hear it, I go to bed at nine, And can hear it counting, Ten, Eleven,Twelve One, Two, ThreeFourFive Now I have to wake up in an hour and a half, I didn’t sleep, Should I have done something instead? Maybe done that essay, Or finished those slides, I have so much work to do But I’m stuck inside My own head, filled with This fog of exhaustion And confusion, Why can’t I just Fall         A                s                      l                                e                                                          e                                                                p Instead of Purgatory in my bed, But I’m so dreading the upcoming hell There’s a part of me that Wants to stay awake, Live through the hours Because I’m not skipping ahead Like a game, I don’t Skip the night Since there are things to do, right? But I’m not even doing anything Useless pictures fill my head, Impossible to put into words, Fantasies of a history That never was, A future that never will be A creature, almost human, Glowing with a white light, With a voice that echoes, Electronic and demonic Keeping me awake, My god, why can’t I dream properly, In half-remembered fragments Like my living nightmares All seem to be... Turning the alarm off at 6:30, I realise I haven’t slept at all I groan and roll over Then get up. We have work to do.
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Hours
Tick, tick, Down, down, the watch beeps On the hour, Every hour, I always hear it, I go to bed at nine, And can hear it counting, Ten, Eleven,Twelve One, Two, ThreeFourFive Now I have to wake up in an hour and a half, I didn’t sleep, Should I have done something instead? Maybe done that essay, Or finished those slides, I have so much work to do But I’m stuck inside My own head, filled with This fog of exhaustion And confusion, Why can’t I just Fall         A                s                      l                                e                                                          e                                                                p Instead of Purgatory in my bed, But I’m so dreading the upcoming hell There’s a part of me that Wants to stay awake, Live through the hours Because I’m not skipping ahead Like a game, I don’t Skip the night Since there are things to do, right? But I’m not even doing anything Useless pictures fill my head, Impossible to put into words, Fantasies of a history That never was, A future that never will be A creature, almost human, Glowing with a white light, With a voice that echoes, Electronic and demonic Keeping me awake, My god, why can’t I dream properly, In half-remembered fragments Like my living nightmares All seem to be... Turning the alarm off at 6:30, I realise I haven’t slept at all I groan and roll over Then get up. We have work to do.
#insomnia#sleep#night#awake#procrastination#time
UnseenArtist
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18/FTM/Australia
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
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