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#24 Insomnia
Oh, this day is finally through.
The only thing I want to do,
Is crawl into bed and wallow.
Hoping sleep is soon to follow.
But thoughts begin to filter in.
They seem so fickle to begin.
Errands needing to be run.
Pay this now and that needs done.
I feel myself drifting off,
But interrupted with a cough.
Just enough to open up the door.
Setting off the thoughts once more.
I can’t help the tossing and the turning
Peaceful thoughts is what I’m yearning.
Slumber’s avoiding me it seems.
Losing hope of soothing dreams.
I look at the clock in fright.
Wishing I could end my plight.
These thoughts are not concluding.
Why is sleep so eluding?
The clock is now showing three.
Please worries won’t you let me be.
Glancing at the clock I sigh.
Feeling myself want to cry.
Those hours flew by way too fast.
Slumber’s finding me at last.
Just a few hours till I wake.
But that’s all I get to take.
The moment arriving that I dread.
I have to get up and out of bed.
Even though the hours were few,
I have a lot of things to do.
Oh, this day is finally through.
The only thing I want to do,
Is crawl into bed and wallow.
Hoping sleep is soon to follow.
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