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Unfair
Dude…
Why?
Why do you get to sleep,
But I am ever awake?
Why do you get to sleep
But I see every sunfall and moon break?
Why do you get to sleep
But I get to watch the stars singing?
Why do you get to sleep
But the sun has my head ringing?
It’s been…who knows how long
Since I’ve been able to rest.
And I just think it’s unfair and wrong
That I can’t have a slice of what’s best
For my sanity and my eyes and my life.
Instead just drenched in sweat and waiting
For this anxiousness to pick up a knife
And I won’t, but I’m debating.
I just…find it…unfair.
And sleeplessness gets hard to bear.
I pace the place where I should be waking
But wakeness is from me constantly taking
Any ability to relax the mind or my back.
I almost threw a disc from a coughing attack.
That’s how tired I’ve become, it’s now just what I am.
And I’m trying. But …life is unfair I guess..and I don’t think I can.
Copyright ©
Jonathan J.
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