Connected.
I need to empty the clutter from inside my mind;
So time after time, I write these lines.
I empty my brain so I can go to sleep,
But when I look at the clock it is half past three.
Beam me up Scotty, to a cloud in the sky,
So I can kiss this night goodbye.
I’m still counting sheep,
To pass the time.
I need to upload all the thoughts inside my mind;
Because this way of clearing my head,
Takes up way too much time.
Just let me be a plug-in baby;
Connect me directly into the internet
And set my thoughts free from inside me.
Electronically discharge me from this chore of a life,
Because inside me I find something else I need to write.
Disconnect me from my mind so I can get some sleep;
A day dream never screams, but this night time is purgatory.
Thoughts are shouting at me, so I must write to find quietude.
The wires inside my head were split,
But thankfully now I have improved.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Aa Harvey (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2017 09:36
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Excellent poem. As a poet sometimes thoughts just come flooding and you have to write them down. Even at half past three! Great job! Christina
Thank you. It is annoying though, when all I want to do is go to sleep and my mind is suddenly illuminated with thoughts that I won't be able to ignore until I have written them down. Insomnia is a bad thing, but it allows me to write, so it's not all bad.
Great write, I sometimes get up in the middle of the night to right poems. Just so I can go back to sleep
🙂 I think we all think alike. This is why I like uploading poems, it lets you see that other people are going through the same things too.
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