She comes home from a day of stress and fast paces

She sits on the couch of relaxation without confrontation

Abducted by sleep, dreams, and goals,

Exhaustion takes over, selfish, without a soul

She fights and fights till the white flag is rasied

The war is over, no nuclear power found today.

30 more minutes, her brain flashes on the screen.

Five more hours is what she unfortunately experiences.  

Time was wasted, the day is done. 

Seven more hours and what will rise is the sun

Along with the burden of carrying around unfinished work

that will never get done.

Another long night of fighting sleep with a gun.

A gun of caffine, salt, and protein 

that wears off quickly.

Everything is moving too fast

Can the world Stop spinning?

Help her! Help her! There’s no way out.

She’s fighting so hard that she can no longer shout. 

Potential is there, determination too.

There’s just too much work and not enough room. 

To Breathe

To Live

To Try

To succeed

She feels like a failure.

She was grown from a bad seed. 

No one understands her. 

It’s never as easy as it sounds.

“Just stay awake and get it done.” They say

But sleep just drags her to the ground. 

People like her are called failures. 

Never get anything done

with too many hopes and dreams

too many wars fought and lost. 

Another day of war today,

fighting againts a whole continent

wanting to be there for it all

but wakes up remembering nothing.