I was hoping to have this poem I’ve been working on done by now, but I’m still not finished…so here’s an older one I’ll post up in the mean time. Week #3 Photos will be posted later too!
Sunken still this night drags on.
Just like the last it’s come and gone.
I sleep, but get no rest.
Under covers I try my best.
Put to bed my restless eyes.
Behind these lids they’re in disguise.
Wound tight; these ropes don’t hold.
My mind sets sail as my thoughts unfold.
Sunken still this life drags on.
Just like the rest I feel I’m a pawn.
I wish I knew more.
Wish I could do more.
I’m alive, but I’m a mess.
Afraid to dream I guess.
So I’ll let loose my fears.
It will bring me to tears
But it’s time I cried myself to sleep.
God knows I tire of counting sheep.