Madness.
Friday Poetry
Friday Poetry — Sawing Logs
015 years
by ShadowKatmandu
in Friday Poetry
Sawing Logs
I’m sittin’ at my desk
Sawing some logs
My brain is stuck
I can’t move the cogs
I’d say I’m half-asleep
But I don’t like lyin’
It’s far more than half
I feel like I’m dyin’
Exhaustion has taken over
I am dead on my feet
Sleep is funny because
Of the way it feels so sweet
How can something
I can’t remember at all
Feel so good to me
When I am out of its thrall?
And yet here I sit
Wanting to sleep some more
My head hits the keyboard
And I begin to snore
Zzzzzzzzz…
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Give me a few weeks and I will adapt. Meanwhile, my new schedule has me feeling tired a lot. On the bright side, it’s Friday, my one day off, so I can nap all I want today.
This week is done; see you Monday.