2AM

Eyes weaken as the night prolongs,
The mind shifts to a million thoughts.
This state is not where I belong.
Instead I am counting tied knots,
To find peace in a sleepless dream.
Not even lullabies can cure
Insomnia at it's worst scheme,
That is something I must endure.

Reviews

[Scott Durham]

The title had me expecting the worn out cliche' of 'hurt and paranoid female pondering lost or broken love"- and I was surprised to find myself relating to the condition of it's subject. I like John Gabriel's description: Crisp. This takes us out of free verse and into a structure that fills its potential, seem quite focused against the more abstract style of our day. Fight the river!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You describe the endurance of sleeplessness well in this crisply presented piece Gabrielle

[W R Stowe]

Your not alone especially that time in the morning the're just coming home from the bars but you describe insomnia quite well nice job