One Sleeve Up

A Poem:

I always have one sleeve rolled up,

From sleeping through my daydreams.

I run from escape, no matter where it leads me.

I self-shame and suffer despite the consequences.

I am bored of sleep.

I’m waking up.

Kill the ticking clock and just live without the noise.

I am not a poet.

But listen to me anyway.

Let my words carry weight.

Let them guide you past me,

To the world we built on the edge of the end.