Dream back to the days of playgrounds and playdates
Can I remember the times when I drowned in torrential
energy?
Bubbling, bumping, bouncing
Leaping, laughing, living
And oh so curious
What’s this? What’s that?
Tell me a story mama!
I’m tired.
Tired of all the expectations
Tired of listlessly chewing
my nails thinking on and on
Grades, colleges, jobs
Tired of my own laziness, submitting to another night of
television
Static on the screen, pixilation plaguing my brain
I’m tired of my falsetto laugh; I long for an eruption of
laughter
Spurting from the belly to wake me
I ooze exhaustion from late nights, past the witching hour,
boo!
AH!
What a surprise, more beer pong?
Ping! Pong. plop
Tired of flirting, tired of stressful texts, close my eyes
to the “Oh. My. Gods"
Benadryl for my soul.
My lack of imagination lugs me to sleep
Why are my once animated friends now slumbering stuffed
animals?
What happened to the brain that could play by itself for
hours?
Tired of aging,
Tired of fearing in the back of my
mind that as I settle into
My pillow
I will
Sleep
Through
My
Own
L
I
F
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