Sleep Deprivation

..working the graveyard shift..

There is nothing like being dismembered 

By a sleep deprived bender 

Making your mind flaccid and tender 

Discombobulation.. memories not remembered 

Its not always entirely pleasant 

Im not gone but sure I am not present 

Its a lucid haze that is incandescent 

I feel over worked.. Man I feel like a peasant 

- D D 

Reviews

[Nadi]

I love how this poem just seems to flow, and it does seem like the musings of a sleep deprived person on the job.
Love the rhyming language