Sleep deprived – everything is blurry.
My headache hurts my head.
Too tired to wipe the drool;
Not enough energy to close my mouth.
Deprived of sleep – cannot seem to function.
My eyelids won’t obey.
Drunken with the desire to rest;
Mind numb from lack of it.
This isn’t a haiku – it’s not a poem.
Brain has to work to rhyme.
This might not even make sense;
I won’t remember it anyway.