my eyes don’t want to stay open
so i closed them to the world
thoughts curled up and flipped on
the TV, absentmindedly skipping
through everything of today
rerunning the best and worst
moments in an overly analytical way
now my eyes don’t want to stay closed
so i find myself caught somewhere
in the middle, with rows and rows
of thoughts all seated, waiting in line
to sit down and haunt my mind
Categories: Poetry, Post A Day 2017
Tags: A Year of Poetry, Poetry, postaday, thoughts, Writing
