Regretful Sleepless Nights
My eyes are sore from weeping,
Heart, not up for drinking,
Hands, cold from writing,
Mind, ached from worrying
Smile, vanished from faking...
These thoughts are dumb,
The colds’ made me numb,
What I thought was within my thumb,
What I thought I’d become...
While waiting for sleep to come
Copyright © average person | Year Posted 2024
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