Deception Poem by Heather Owens
Deception
Every morning I wake up tired
despite the sleep
Every night I put off sleep
despite the tiredness
The feeling is awful and empty
gnawing at my soul
hate is meaningless
a vague concept out of reach
love is the same
though I hope it won’t always be
sadness is all consuming
though dull and empty.
I hate feeling like this
but I don’t feel hate
I don’t feel at all.
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9/19/2024 8:13:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It is a catch 22/ you go to bad late you have to sleep late to be able to function...............lol. Nice poetic flow...........