Unfair By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
All I ever wanted was sleep.
Rest came into the night and stole me.
It didn't wipe down the tables and chairs.
It's not fair, why I'm here.
Give me a break from my body.
I need a night to put my head down and
dream. I'm not what I seem.
It's not fair, why I'm here.
Take a good look at the table.
Spots of dirt cover the majority of it.
The chair is just as bad, if not worse.
It's not fair, why am I here?
Why am I here?
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