Goodnight and Good Morning. (Two short poems).


Early to bed, early to rise.
So I lay on the pillow, closing my eyes.
And thinking of sheep jumping over a log, 
My thoughts come together, in a cerebral fog.
That dissolves into nothing, and I'm out like a light,
So until tomorrow, I wish you goodnight.


Good Morning
I'm only semi-concious when the beeping fills my head.
My weary eyes slide open and I realise I'm in bed.
I think of making coffee, and lightly toasting bread.
But let out a moan, turn off my phone, and go back to sleep instead.

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