Tired
Another sleepless night, though I expect nothing less.
My mind constantly wonders and my life's still such ah mess
Like, how you suppose to sleep when you feel so much stress.
How am I gonna rest when I'm facing such duress.
Then there's also the need and the wanting of her sweet curess.
And If she really feels the same, who's to knows is my guess.
I could really use a hand right now, lord it's me that you should bless.
Cause I'm having so many problems with no answers to confess.
Stuck in this world alone,roaming with all this loneliness.
And I don't really want to go to sleep with all this to reminisce.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
