Poem -
3:38 A.M
My tired eyes;
Burning.
My restless thoughts;
Racing.
Struggling
To find an answer to their troubles
TanglingΒ
Themselves in imaginary solutions
That always lead to nowhere.
Almost there,
But never quite.
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
We all have that 3:38's. Well written
thanks i had that one night and thats the poem that came to mind
You are welcome. You described that one night very well