Poem: Reaching That Tired Point
As I’m tired and wanting to go to bed, I think of everything I’ve gone through this week.
Working.
A box to check yes.
There is no box so I will type it.
YES.
My eyes are even heavier now. This is rather pointless.
Exercising.
A box to check no.
There is not box either so I will type it.
NO.
Broke my tooth because I have a strong bite.
YES.
Need to get a crown.
YES.
Cost money.
YES.
If I’m feeling a little unsettled, I know the reasons why. The effects keep piling up.
Waking up at odd hours.
YES.
Inconsistent eating patterns.
YES.
Incomplete life.
YES.
Drifting away.
YES.
What else is going on? What am I forgetting? Does it really matter right now?
No.
Not when you haven’t gotten enough sleep.
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