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?
Sleepless
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
Wonderful poem.
That sounds eerily familiar.