my eyes close sleepily and i raise my head than it drops hard and i feel about half-dead under thirty seconds have passed since the feeling began and it overwhelmes me till i can't really think of the drama that is inside my skull, the timing of hellish words, and bad things but i won't think of anyone or anything now the heaviness of my eyes is stronger than i am now im trying to stay up, the radio in the room isn't turned high but the way i feel that makes that a bald-faced lie i won't think of the angry words that did and will pass from my lips, the spoken words of anger and fear and supposed toughness, all that is forgotten and i close my eyes and i will sleep now, not in the fire, not in their beds, just sleep.Birth sign: Aries
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