Science was certainly frustrating but nothing is more frustrating than wanting to sleep and being unable to for any number of reasons, then again I have regular bouts of insomnia so this one has some extra meaning for me...another vivid snapshot of a particular state of mind^^
Wonderful!
There is often so much to do, but the body needs rest when it needs rest and at a certain that starts to intrude upon your thoughts. You have portrayed that very well in this poem!
There is one teeny tiny glitch that I found in this stanza:
"My bed
calls
Me there"
It isn't that there is anything wrong with it, but as I read your poem out loud it sounded funny, if you know what I mean. I might consider rewording that stanza or simply removing the word "there". I don't think that the "there" is necessary. If your bed is calling to you, we understand what that entails.
Great work again. You do a wonderful job of depicting life's moments in an easy to read way. I mean easy to read in a good way, not a talking down to you sort of way. People who write complex poetry, are, in my own opinion, just trying to cover up for the fact that they have no idea what they are talking about, while also being snobs.
Science was certainly frustrating but nothing is more frustrating than wanting to sleep and being unable to for any number of reasons, then again I have regular bouts of insomnia so this one has some extra meaning for me...another vivid snapshot of a particular state of mind^^
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