You can sleep when the world does.

(A poem I wrote recently. Any feedback is highly appreciated, please let me know how it made you feel or your thoughts. I'm desperate :))

I laugh when you wonder why you can’t sleep.

Sinking, though your arched back

hovers on rotting floorboards.

Drops from leaking walls count passing seconds

because the clock got tired of screaming for your help.

Seven times a morning you snooze his alarm

though you lay there on your rotting floorboards

with your eyes closed. As still and empty

as the world outside your leaking walls.

I know there’s a certain irony of today,

the seas move closer to the fires

yet, they still refuse to stop burning.

Millennials sip vodka through their metal straws

to save the fish

then eat sushi to ease their hangover.

I thank you for trying

but you’ve set out for hell on a go kart with a broken wheel.

I know you think you’re preaching to the choir

with your trending reposts and Instagram stories

but you’re gushing to a world whose eyes

only ever see water.

What luxury you loan from mother-nature now is nice

but tell me in twenty years why it wasn’t

nice enough to fight for.

You waste your money on anti-depressants

and insomnia medication

because you know the reason why you lay awake

is the hardest pill to swallow.

Like me, you should write a letter.

Apologise to mother-nature

for being a waste of a daughter.

Maybe then, you’ll be able to sleep.