Crumpled

The second hand ticks
And my mama snores
And I am awake
As my sorrow crawls.
Dawn is not yet
Here to be seen
My eyes a-droop
Yet my mind’s so mean.
I just wish
I could set aside
These frolic thoughts
That torture me.

 

*Apologies, viewer, for the grammatical flaws here. I just wanna drain my tired mind that refuses to sleep yet. -yawn-