Sleep leads to sleepiness
I've snatched the hours time has given me
And spun them into a tangled mess of nothing
I'm even too lazy to give this poem structure
Free verse is my friend
The friend who drinks all my parent's alcohol
The friend who needs their hair pulled back while they get sick
And I hold their hair back
Because it's good to be needed
Cold fingers
Bloodshot eyes, glazed over like high calorie carbo treats
It's just been one of those days
Though, at 9:05pm I can feel the sun beginning to rise again
I'm feeling better already.
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