Dreams Creep

I lay down my head.

After I put my baby to bed.

For her I say my prayer.

At the ceiling I then stare.

Another night begging for sleep.

Wishing my dreams would start to creep.

Worrying too much about my past.

And the bank account empty of cash.

Thinking of my job I don’t care much of.

Wondering if I’ll ever find love.

Will I find time to clean my home?

Am I forever meant to be alone?

My body exhausted and tired.

My mind is spinning and wired.

The alarm goes off before I can sleep.

Maybe tomorrow my dreams will creep.

 

-Mysty Rayn

 

 

 

Author's Note

Might need more work

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

what a lovely write ,sad and lonely not a great fix ,wish dreams will come,as you simply go through life ,account not so right a job i do not a lot for ,and jokingly then i will have to clean the house,then easily jump to love :will i ever love again,will i ever be loved ,oh dear in few words you told your life story in a wonderful dreamy way,he whole write is wrapped with loneliness,like the world has abandoned you,just wonderful ,i really love your woks ,lots of talent

[Kia]

I wouldn't change a thing. Nice work

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Definitly going in my favorites. Did you consult with me before you posted my nights? LOL You did an excellent job on discribing what restless nights are like, all the worries and concerns, just make you toss and turn then, that annoying alarm clock rings just a sleep began to creep. I don't think it needs work, unless you add how heavy the eyes feel, and how groggy the head is. The yawning all day and the only thought is getting back home to go back to bed in hopes that dreams will creep tonight.

If not it is excellent.

[Last Lying Look]

I like it just the way it is! I love this poem. I can feel her exhaustion. blah. the poor thing. Good job! :D