ExhaustionA Poem by Stormy Wrightwhy am I always tired? is it the games? the laziness? maybe the nine to five work schedule. I try, and try to stay awake. oh, honey. I want a divorce. I can’t say that to her, she’ll kill me. let her. it never ends, she never sleeps. I’m done, I’m tired of being beaten down by the hands of the clock. only the bottle can sooth my nerves. only the bottle can put me to sleep, even then, I wake and feel worse. put me out of my misery, I want to let go. … © 2017 Stormy Wright |
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