I feel drunk.
Drunk in a way
That makes me lose focus.
I can't concentrate
I can't focus
I can't feel the feel
Of my fingers
Numb
Is what I am.
Tired
Is what I feel.
Everything is too much,
Nothing is a pleasure.
People and words
Blend together.
It's noise.
All light and white
In its daze and gaze.
My body aches
For peace
My brain bursts
With a buzz.
I fight for
Wakefulness
I give up for
Slumber.
It'll be done.
Once my head
Hits the cloud
That carries my thoughts away.
YOU ARE READING
Songbird
Poetry"Our thoughts are more than just expression." I am not a perfect poet, but I try to paint something for your mind. A collection of poetry expressed by me. It will be updated randomly.
