Sleep

I'm restless

I feel so bored

Let me look at what happened

I feel so torn

A pillow on my face

Doesn't hide my disasters

And I feel like I'm

Just a prideless plaster

Cant I smile at something else?

Can't my mind move from hell?

Can't I see an open door?

Or am I stuck in a lava shore

I'm just so gross

Like soggy bread

But fear led me to

An awful dread

Where I'd leave a thought

Back in my mind

Tucked away

So no one can find

This quarantine is it

It's really hell

Can't we move on

From this sickly spell

I guess not yet

But soon, we'll try

And I told you

So long, and goodnight.

Sleep tight.

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I'm done with poetry for now. it was a good time writing, but i'm uninspired. i'll probably return soon, but for now, sleep.