Waiting For Sleep
It is early morning, and I’m still awake,
the world is quiet around me.
I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that cake,
for it did nothing to tire me.
Here I sit, pen and paper in had,
and no one else is stirring.
I’m waiting for the brain command,
and now it is whirring… (more)
Yes, sleep is something I quite enjoy, yet I never seem to get enough or the right quality of sleep, but that’s only because I am a mum and love indulging in writing, reading, cross stitch and computer time once my angels are all tucked up for the night.
The night (or should I say morning) I wrote this poem, I was out the front of the house, enjoying the peace and quiet. I had been writing much of the night, and while tired, was not quite ready for bed.
Not long after writing the poem, I did go to bed with the intention of sleep, but if I remember correctly, sleep actually still took me quite a while to hit me.
Ah well, here’s to hoping that I start to get some real sleep soon.
arna