Friday, December 16, 2016

Tired

Today I am tired.
It is never the matter of being tired-
I am always tired.
It’s always what level of tired I am.
Some days it’s just barely sleepy.
Others it’s just barely awake.
I wish I could nap.
Instead, I am writing this poem.
My mom is napping.
My brother just finished napping.
My dad is going to nap on the train home.
And I will stay awake,
Whether I like it or not.
I know I’ve already written about being tired,
But it just goes to show exactly how often I am tired.
Which is always.
Enjoy this poem of my sleepy woes,
And then take a nap in my honor

Please.

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