Slumber, slumber, sleep eludes my soul
and physically i roll from womb to doom.
Crazy, crazy, not so lazy, but thoughts
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3. Relies on cliches. 'Green as grass' is almost textbook bad.
I have felt this despondency too. As has most, if not all of us humans. You describe it so well, that I don't want to read this poem again.
I like how this started out and were it was going but I don't like it's ending, as it just seemed to go somewhere else all of a sudden.