Tired,
like the gray clouds
that drag across
the darkening sky.
My head throbs
like my pulse -
sometimes
I wish both
would be quiet.
Everything aches,
and all I want to do
is sleep.
Part of me wants
to curl on
the pavement,
where the rain falls.
Perhaps I could lay
in the puddles
and melt.
my sleep deprived meltdown, lol
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Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
