HOPELESSNESS

A lonely woman dreading sleep.

If I was a nun, hissed Karen

as she took a long nicotine drag

from her last cigarette

before going to bed with a book

tucked under a thin arm,

if I was a nun

I wouldn't be sleeping alone,

not me, not with sister this and sister that

gagging for a moment's fun

now the day's ended -

but I'm not a nun,

I'm me

and all alone

waiting for that one tomorrow

that never dawns

or spills its morning light

for the chill of a corpse

to breathe....

and she gulped the gin

next to the book on her bedside table

and fought the demon sleep.

Reviews

[DrAnuradha Bele]

Wow! I can see her so clearly, I can sense her defiance yet she seems fragile. Looking to sleep. Its beautiful!

[Peter Rogerson]

I am most grateful for your input, DrAnuradha Bele