Author: Serfious PM
While I was righting some poetry I started falling a sleep. This is what I wrote down right before I did.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 87 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-01-04 - id: 1681915
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I'm so tired.
Heavy eyelids over bloodshot eyes,
The line between dream and reality blur,
Along with my eyes.
Weathered, worn down.
I see nothing forward and nothing behind.
Filled with anger, but too exhausted to do anything.
I can't get up,
I just sit and rot.
Why fight sleep?
I see nothing else.
Mind begins to blur.
Everything else is empty,
Lacking in what I desired.
Muscles are dead,
Drifting away to blissful slumber.
Why do I fight it?