The abuse of sleep

Just want to sleep, again.
When sad, bored, or empty, I wanna sleep.
Just can't sleep any more
because I've slept too much.

In my head, compacted sleep,
some nerves get blocked up.
The sense of balance's been damaged,
a need to stick myself to something.

Sticking my eyes to the screen,
drowsily read
read about dreams…

poem by Azure Critic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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