The city doesn’t sleep.
It tosses and turns
and doom scrolls till dawn.
Borrowed hours and burnt coffee
have a habit of going unnoticed.
Noon is too loud for feelings.
Nobody reads poetry at brunch.
The shadows
are only just beginning
to appear
when she realizes
She’s been tired for years.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 8:40 AM UTC
The city doesn’t sleep.
It tosses and turns
and doom scrolls till dawn.
Borrowed hours and burnt coffee
have a habit of going unnoticed.
Noon is too loud for feelings.
Nobody reads poetry at brunch.
The shadows
are only just beginning
to appear
when she realizes
She’s been tired for years.
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