I look at the ceiling..
Hearing the sound of the fan.
While trying to remember my day,
Which was tiring as hell."opps" God, I say...
Everything is so hard to say.
My eyes feels sleepy
But my mind doesn't let me
Sleep.Hah... Everyday is boring
Everything sucks,
Everyday is a new day
But for me
It is another tiring journey.I come back from work
Thinking that I would
Get a little sleep.But those ceiling
Above my head
Won't just let me sleep.I'm longing for a slumber
Which I could only get
After a long series of journey
I just want to fall asleep
Without having any sleepless dreams...
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SleepLess Nights
PoetryA Beautiful Collection Of poetries which portrays the daily life of a person