Author's Note to Readers: Don't take this personally (my friends), I wrote this poem a week ago and I was getting good sleep. I am posting this one because I thought it was a funny relation to my sleep schedule now, I am well rested and not tired during the day.


I tried,
because you wanted me to.
My eyes burned as if on fire,
and stung as if a bee came along.

I waited,
because you wanted me to.
My body slugged around,
and my insides were slowly shutting down.

I stayed,
because you asked me...