Sleep deprivation

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Share a bed with you, Warmly, Feels good to be snug again, Happily.   Drift off to sleep, Post orgasmic haze, Dream's are coming, Bit of a maze,   Fighting and fighting,
Mr. Sandman, why can’t I sleep? I try so hard and still need relief While every night, I lay there in waiting But instead, my thoughts are introspective wailing. For you see sir, all that I see
Walking around all day, feeling like shit. The night before was  difficult, whilst laying on my pit. I lie down at night, feeling totally spent.  An hour or two quickly passes by and then wide awake again.
"Fuck." "I want to die," I say. "I wasn't supposed to let it get this bad again," I say. As if I have any choice in the matter. As if my brain isn't the traitor here.
I bleed coffee from countless sleepless nights and I can't tell if the bitter taste in my mouth is from my drink of choice or memories of his tongue. Maybe it's the aftertaste
Excuse me sir! I didn't mean to stare
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