Sleep

Late at night,
My body, 
My brain,
They are all tired,
But still,
I can't sleep.

This is kinda funny,
I make 'sleep' things,
As a poem,
Never did this before.

I didn't go to school,
Because I can't sleep,
I regret it,
But still,
I feel really tired,
And can't sleep.

Feel depressed sometimes,
When no one to help me,
This sleep things,
Kinda a big deals,
Because life's depends on it,
Help me,
I can't sleep.

I don't think this is even a poetry,
But whatever,
I really don't care.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 4, 2024 at 7:59 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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April 29, 2016 at 11:30 AM
ayuni shahirah, I agree with you. thank you for being honest. SKAT
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