The product of sleep deprivation

ElaElaElano

I've had terrible difficulty sleeping for a while now and despite, admittedly, not being much of a creative mind decided to try my hand with some poetry. It might make absolutely no sense to any of you, but I guess that's why I'm putting it up here- to see what people think.

Don't laugh!


The sweat drips down in beads,
Illustrative of our struggle.
And toil seems a normality.
A river flows with the tears of millions,
The lives lost in a sea of consumption.
This prosperity overlooked so many.

My tear ducts are alive; they become so through this fire.
This burning monotony.

A struggle has become personalised as I
Observe a series of ants march onwards
Along an endless stretch of polluted ‘convenience’.
A solitary tear drop rolls along my face, as sweat,
The consequence of labour, becomes fear,
The consequence of despair.

And seeking a world beyond this veiled civilisation
Is a meaner task than any eight hour day.
It is ongoing, and never ending.
But I feed forever more on such hope.

Queen-Mise

I didn't laugh, I quite liked it. Well done & keep writing.

I wrote my first sonnet last year in a Creative Writing class in college, never thought in a million years I would be able to do that. I wrote it about shopping of course :D:D

pauline fayne

I like it . keep on writing , you obviously have a natural talent