Just to try and stay awake
But to no avail I fail again
I awake to see hours have past
Noticing the things have slipped off my lap
With strange and unusual things on TV
The fog of the medication has yet to lift
Felings of tiredness still try and pull me back in
Movement will be the only way to shake this off
As things slow down the fog comes
Afternoons are the worse
Focus is gone, concentration none existence
Sleep will not come again yet
Not for hours to come
It’s not time for this to happen
So trapped I live
Living between the fog
Waiting for the night
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