As you wake up I see the bags under your eyes
This is not something new
before you were
Let out of the bloom
I watched you struggle to get out of bed
To find the reason to eat what’s on your plate
For I can’t blame you if you were taught to hate the way the plate reflects your face
I hope you know I see you eager to smile
But your home has made the rainy days seem like Thunder was coming your way
I know you haven’t slept in days
The child next to you is wide awake
They couldn’t play today
Or any day
As they wait for you to arise
The hope they can play with no intention
Is the day you can sleep
About the Creator
minnie aynaj
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