Wednesday, July 4, 2012

1 AM

It’s 1 AM; my sleep is fucked

Inside my bed, no longer tucked

I'm squinting at this laptop’s glare

I thought I’d blog; instead I stare

Debating on which thread to start

To spew my anger? Spill my heart?

Imbue my days with some great point

But by the end they disappoint

It isn’t love or hope I find

No peace inside this grand design

You give and give and give to all

Receiving nothing great or small

Then slosh around in bitterness

You wanted more, but you got less

Then wake up, do it all again

It’s all the same by that day’s end

So you trim down your expectations

Start making accommodations

Give doubt instead of benefit

You only give back what you get

Leaving much to be desired

Find it makes you fucking tired

At least now maybe you can sleep

Rolling in a different deep


  1. Great poem! I was hooked right from the "fucked" rhyming with "tucked."

    1. Anytime you can rhyme with "fucked," you should;)

  2. Wow.

    Very honest and real.

    "You only give back what you get
    Leaving much to be desired"

    This line was so powerful to me. We can only gain what we put in. So true and scary at the same time.

  3. What's scary is when we DON'T get back what we put in. Which tends to feel like most of the time, in my life anyways.