POETRY

I Was Tired, Once (Experimental)

Sleep.

It escapes me.

Eyes stinging, head swimming, I rise from a bed of wood.

A fallen pillow-case slides beneath my feet. Three bottles and an empty glass hide a clock that reads four.

I was tired once.

But that was hours ago.

I was tired, but now when I lay down my head my mind awakes.

Remember the time you tripped during the school play? It says. See how your bank account has no money and many bills. What will you do?

It reminds me of my shrinking world.

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