My Poetry

Tired

People don’t appreciate how a comment or a dig,
Can easily be the difference between a full night or no sleep.
What may seem minor to you, can feel major to me,
When your tired and worn out and suffering and weak.

Why do the small hours pass so much quicker than a day?
And you’re too tired to do anything, productive or play.
Berate the clock and curse the worry, that keeps you awake,
Without a care for the time – or your money.

‘Sleeping’s a fools game’ you convince yourself when,
You’re trapped in the moment, a zombie amongst men.
But in reality you achieve nothing bar frustration and pain,
Anxious, self-deprecating, sun rises…I best go to work then.

2 Comments

  1. Rick Phillips

    I am with you Joel. It has been at least 15 years since i got a good nights sleep.

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Joel Nelson

Joel Nelson

Joel has lived with numerous forms of arthritis most of his life, with the onset when he was just 11 years old. In 2019, Joel created his blog, JoelvsArthritis to share his experiences, raise awareness and to be an advocate for those with arthritis and other autoimmune conditions. In his short writing career, Joel has written for a number of leading autoimmune and disability charities and is a community advocate and writer for Psoriatic-Arthritis.com. Read his arthritis story here: https://joelvsarthritis.co.uk/my-story

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