I Write Poetry
Sleep, I need it and yet I’m denied
I’m lying here and yet I’m not tired.
I wake up I’m battered and bruised
Body aches, feel tired and used.
Going nowhere when I’m asleep
And yet I feel so sore when I wake.
I’m lying here and yet I’m not tired.
I wake up I’m battered and bruised
Body aches, feel tired and used.
Going nowhere when I’m asleep
And yet I feel so sore when I wake.