And so again you see,
I have not slept, of that I’m certain,
My eyes so droopy now,
Just as the sun peeks through the curtain,
What is a brain to do,
when sleep eludes its grasp,
when all around dream soundly,
how I wish their dreams I could clasp.
It’s a pants poem but I am tired lack of sleep tends to make me write rubbish but I was staring at the page so figured why now lol.