Another late night awake. <br />Spent counting flashes of <br />light like a blind snake. <br />Sleep is for the dead. <br /> <br />This life is like a race. <br />People always competing, <br />trying to be your ace. <br />Sleep is for the dead. <br /> <br />I cannot seem to keep up. <br />Always been second best, <br />ever since I was a pup. <br />Sleep is for the dead. <br /> <br />Friends hard to come by. <br />I always get laughed at, <br />and I don't know why. <br />Sleep is for the dead. <br /> <br />Can't allow myself to trust. <br />I always seem to get hurt <br />by what I feel is a must. <br />Sleep is for the dead. <br /> <br />I feel like I am a loser. <br />I never seem to get it right, <br />maybe I am just a user. <br />Sleep is for the dead. <br /> <br />And now I feel dead, too. <br />As I look down the barrel <br />of my dad's twenty two. <br />Sleep is for the dead.<br /><br />Christopher G. Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-is-for-the-dead/
