What time is it?
Damn. No. Not again
I toss and turn.
I smoke and burn
It’s been like this all week!!
I just can’t sleep.
So for now I lie awake in bed thinking
Sleep evades me
I’m too busy NOT sleeping.
I’ll write down this thought,
Try to pin it down, get it cought
On this paper … with my pen…
But then again…
It’s just rambling words…
Bumping, turning, rolling around.
But they don’t actually make a sound.
Only echo softly in my head,
While I lie here tossing in my bed.
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Author:
Elle King (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
So many times I wake up, possibly worried about the family, work, etc. Sometimes even with a line that might start or be part of a new poem or story. However, time awake, when supposed to be sleeping can be draining, as this write seems to convey. Great clarity!
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