Sleeping in, just to keep the daylight from seeping in,
Knowing with soft smiles,
We never really would be perfect,
Not as a combatting human race,
I'm sleeping in, and the daylight creeps in,
Rolling over with tired groans,
Cause the world could never be much more than a divergent disgrace,
And I don't do much other than sleep in, wondering why contradiction always sit here,
So far in my chest it's sunk in.
It's stuck in my chest, as I sleep in,
Desperate to as I try finally to let light in, for now is daylight,
And I must let it in.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
