Sleep When Dead poetry Fuck. I’m tired. But I have to finish at least one complete cognizant thought. Diligence isn’t or doesn’t seem to be working anymore. A few quick naps do not a good night sleep make. Think. Fuck. I’m tired. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...