Not a bird sings around.

This is my attempt at poetry.

Sleeping Diagonally.

How sweet it is
to keep awake sometimes!

Will morning ever come?

Poem about sleep deprivation causing sanity.

Gazing stars which none can reap.

O Jeez!
It’s past midnight.

The time comes when sleep overcomes determination.

Do you feel as sleep deprived as me? Or are you amongst the lucky few who get up feeling fresh as daisy?