InsomniaA Poem by DannieI couldn't sleep last night. There were some words that really wanted out and were yelling for freedom. I thought I'd share them with you.I have to write. I haven't felt creativity like this For several fortnight I call this bliss.
The end is not in sight, Yet I worry about the mind, I think it drains with every word I write; My ecstacy is timed.
So, I'll keep it close To take another dose When the time is right And stress is at its height.
This is my newfound power And all of you will cower 'Till I bite off more then I can chew And when my tongue turns blue
You'll know my creativity valve is shut But all you'll have to do is load on the weight And I'll dig me out of my rut. My weary mind is bait
For my ideas to satiate Themselves upon And succumb to my fate To again be woebegone.
And I can't sleep With my creative mind So, close I'll keep This mind I bind
And I'll covet it So you won't get a bit Of my creative spell. And I guess you can tell
That my sleep isn't cheap And I wouldn't trade it for Any golden heap But for the creativity I bore.
But I still can't sleep And my lids won't creep To keep out the light. I foresee a fight all night
'Till my poem gets s****y And you all take pity Because I can't sleep And my words won't keep;
They have an expiry date And unless they all mate They'll come to an end, And end I can't mend.
But now I can sleep. I've become so tired. And not even the words Can keep me wired.
So, have a good morning Good morning to you all. I'll take a quick rest And in the sunlight I'll fall. © 2010 DannieAuthor's Note
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