I don’t remember what day it is… please help me keep track I really want to fulfill this 30 poems in 30 days.. just to prove to myself I can. And I suppose to prove to everyone out there reading that I can.
I just want to sleep..
There is no poetry in this
The departure of desire
The emptiness of me…
I just want to slip into that momentary
But I’m too old to consume the dreams as I once did
I’m a husk, a shell, a gift shop trinket; I’m Tupperware without a lid
The body is frail and fails to fully function the way it once did
Just the pomp, not the promise, not the meal, just leftovers in the fridge.
I can’t seem to muster the energy to be anything more then a bridge
Between memories and wasted ideas, which plague my mind like sin…
I just want to sleep
A vacation from the realization I’m not fulfilling purpose
A rest from the anxiety of disappointment
A siesta from the eyes and prying thoughts of all those that don’t truly understand
The madness of a mind that never sleeps…