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
Great poem! I was hooked right from the "fucked" rhyming with "tucked."ReplyDelete
Anytime you can rhyme with "fucked," you should;)Delete
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.
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.ReplyDelete