Give me my dose
It's what gets me by
I can see it in your eyes
Child, it's only Monday
What this week will hold for you
The days almost a numb chill
I'm on the fringe of fatigue and apathy
Sleep or disbelief, I don't care
Your face
It's a dirty mirror
A photo album that marks past bruise
I'm addicted to the caffeine like a junkie
I only wanted to see the world
I only wanted to find my ship and sail
But my sails were already torn
Before I could even drown
Drown so deep
A watery grave
I'm buried in sand
I only want the lead to be as numb as I am
My letter yellow and scarlet red
Sleep givers, take me to my slumber
....
It's only Tuesday
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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Comments2
BRILLIANT PIECE...ABSOLUTELY
Thank you! Kind a quick, tired write but thanks 🙂
Love this!
Thank you, and thanks for the favorite 🙂
np
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