Tired (an acrostic poem)

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The lack of sleep kept mounting

It became a load that was difficult to carry

Reaching a tipping point where it was impossible to keep their eyes open

Everything stopped while they sunk into unconsciousness

Dreaming of trying to go to sleep…

Slow (an acrostic poem)

 

So many people just passed her by

Like she was mentally standing still

Outside their assumptions were correct

When you stopped and listened, you realized she was lightyears ahead.

 

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Sleepless (an acrostic poem)

Slowly the space between seconds became longer and longer

Leaving me breathless as I contemplated what was happening

Eventually I gave up and got out of bed

Everything I walked by was absolutely still

People didn’t even blink when I threatened them

Leaving my house behind I went out in the world

Even there time had stopped

Silently I began to cry

So wish I had been able to snooze