THe PoeM to End aLl pOeMs

No words to say

Too many thoughts to express

My whole day

Was kind of a mess

 

And now here I am

Trying to write

But my mind’s in a jam

And I can’t build the fight

 

I really just want to sleep

But instead I’m sitting here pecking the keys

Wading through my thoughts so thick and deep

Oh please, please.

 

But rest must wait until I’m through

For tomorrow is coming fast

And I don’t want to do

Something that won’t last

 

Tomorrow, tomorrow the day beckons and calls

And I sit almost ghostly it seems

For down the long hall

Children are sleeping and dreaming sweet dreams

 

I shiver and turn

My head in a cloud

For music I yearn

But it’s too loud

 

And this poem is weird

But I really don’t care

It’s really quite queer

And it’s going nowhere

 

But if you’re still reading

Know this please

My brain feels like its bleeding

And I really want some cheese

 

Obviously this poem is not my best work

But hopefully it passes some sort of piece

My poem is full of quibbles and quirks

And tomorrow I’ll wish I….

 

had been able to think of a rhyme for “piece” I guess. LOL Goodnight!