NaPoWriMo Day 19 and today’s poem is called Sleepless, actually written at roughly three-thirty this morning. Is the NaPoWriMo thing beginning to get to me I wonder?


It’s one-thirty in the morning

and I’m lying here eyes open

trying not to think about

things I shouldn’t think about

two-thirty in the morning and

the tune inside my head is

distracting and annoying

and I’m feeling too alert

so I edge out of the bed

trying not to wake you but

my creaking bones betray

me and I see that you are

stirring but then it’s all okay

because its only momentary

and you’re sleeping like a baby

so I creep across the floor then

slip out through the door at

three-thirty in the morning

I’m the only one not sleeping

2 thoughts on “Sleepless

  1. floridaborne – Crabby person who likes to rant. Reading it is free so remember-- you get what you pay for. Well endowed with the multi-layered weirdness that lurks inside a not-quite-right-mind. That's how I write SciFi. Crabby, weird, and to make matters worse, I write poetry. Some of it is even...shudder...nice. I feel like a sandwich that went on a journey of self-discovery just to find I was pastrami with Maraschino Cherries, hot peppers, the contents of an MRE and broccoli on gluten free cheese bread. After that kind of trauma no 'wich is the same again.
    floridaborne says:

    That sounds eerily familiar.

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