All I ever feel is tired,
Like my brain is wrongly wired,
For every movement that I make,
I seem to feel less awake.
Sluggish thoughts and heavy eyes,
Inside my head a whirlwind lies.
Words feel heavy in my throat,
I can't even read what I wrote.
The ground is quicksand beneath my feet,
The air I breathe is like concrete.
Energy is non-existent,
Crazy thoughts are more persistent.
Nothing is clear anymore,
Not even the quicksand on the floor.
Sleep's all I want to achieve,
This world is draining, I want to leave.
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
