The sunlight's shining through my eyes

am I'm still fucking tired.

My eyelids feel like heavy knives,

the sunlight's not admired.

I've been asleep for hours and more,

I've hit the hay too early.

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Sleep is my live's tiny core;

that notion leaves me surly.

I'm contemplating what to keep:

daylight or sanity.

Life's struggles ain't coming cheap,

muttering profanity.

My legs, they fail me here once more

and I'm still laying down.

Haven't eaten: that's a chore,

feel my stomach frown.

Tomorrow is another day,

in pillows I am nested.

I wonder when will I wake up

and finally feel rested.