Tag: Sleep

Black Eyes

You look like crap. I nearly laughed. It was the first time I really looked into a mirror for a while, obviously. Under my eyes there were black bags streaking across where the smile line was, right above the cheek. “I do.” My voice…

Walls

“Stupid wall.” Paul inhaled deeply, bags dark under his eyes. He hadn’t even noticed until he was in front of a mirror. The darkness just crept up and suddenly it was nearly as large as his eyes. He put a hand on his face…

Love Unknown

It was dark outside. A desk light remained on in Wilhelm’s room as his father, Miles, came in. “You should be asleep.” Miles’ voice was gentle as he knelt beside the boy, kissing his forehead. There was a smile, though tired, on his face….

Sleepless

It’s a little past 2am. A blessing is the illness I thought would be crippling today was only inconvenient. I’ll take that. The curse is it’s past 2am, and I don’t want to lay down. So I’ve decided to write a poem. Then I’ll…

I See Things

On my way home from gaming, I saw a cop car with lights going, stared at it, and when I got close enough to really make out what was going on, it just wasn’t there. No cars pulled away, nothing like that, there just…

Sleep

Dark eyes convey dark words Unspoken but well known, A curse upon one’s sleep. They tell the friends something’s Wrong, but no words shall Be uttered. Warns the workers It’s not okay, but a smile is all The response. Trembling hands and feebled brain…

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