The abuse of sleep
Just want to sleep, again.
When sad, bored, or empty, I wanna sleep.
Just can't sleep any more
because I've slept too much.
In my head, compacted sleep,
some nerves get blocked up.
The sense of balance's been damaged,
a need to stick myself to something.
Sticking my eyes to the screen,
drowsily read
read about dreams…
poem by Azure Critic
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