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The Sandman.

I skim a thought across the pond
Catching a glimpse of the world beyond
Melancholy, misery and sleep deprivation
I’m accustomed to this sort of perturbation.
 
For forty hours I sit and wait
Trying not to procrastinate
For forty more I still must bear
The Sandman is led to despair.
 
I hear him knocking on the door
Of which I must choose to ignore
If I want to pass the game of life
I’ll have to suffer the morning’s strife.
 
I’ll take the time, which you lose out on
The privileges you have forgone
I see the Sandman granted my wishes
Now I’m sleeping with the fishes.
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Poetry.com 4 out of 5 based on 8 votes.
Emma Richardson More than 1 year ago
Hope you got some sleep!
Kris May More than 1 year ago
Nothing else to say. Speechless.
Benjamin Winter More than 1 year ago
Thanks Kris :)
James Casey More than 1 year ago
Pem has nice rythm and flows well, Not a big fan of serious poems implying the poets demise, Saying that it was very nice work
Benjamin Winter More than 1 year ago
Thanks for the review. It's the speakers demise, not my demise. Although obviously a lot of 'me' is in this poem.
Keshia Jones More than 1 year ago
I like it
Edward Bartley More than 1 year ago
Nice read!
Benjamin Winter More than 1 year ago
Thanks Edward!
Brittanie Custer More than 1 year ago
like it
Benjamin Winter More than 1 year ago
Thank you, Brittanie
Randy Harris More than 1 year ago
I'm not sure...sleeping with the fishes means being dead. Is that what you mean ?
Janice Thomas More than 1 year ago
ok
Benjamin Winter More than 1 year ago
Thanks for reading, Janice
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