Jan 28, 2011

Sleep Can Never Come


Stripped of my comfort,
I have no place to sleep.
Confused with anxiety,
I can only weep.

Why did this happen?
Oh why is it me?
I don't know what to do,
This time, I can't flee.

With no where to run,
I think I'll lay down.
Only for a bit,
Until the day I'm found.

Done By: Hannah Cooper