sleep

A Poem by Jessie.

sometimes being sleep deprived/caffeine addictions feel good.

sleep has no meaning anymore.

a mindless act wasting away

all the perfectly good starlit hours.

body,
don't you tell me what i should do.

I've got the control and
i'll give the command.
when my body's weak,
my brain fried
maybe then i'll find my spot.

how did the evening escape so quickly?
i just want to retreive a few more hours...
there's still so much left to do!

slow the sand.
stop the clock.

push past the morning mark,
slirp down some more caffeine.
i'm ready to face the rising sun.