Night Owl.

sleepless nights

Night Owl.

 

I lay here awake, my mind in a turmoil.  Mapping out the days of yesterday

and the days of tomorrow.  It's so unsureal in the black night as my eyes

flit to the slats in the green blinds and watch and wait for dark turning to light.

I tread this wooded floor from room to room.  In the kitchen I eat,

I drink, I even read.  Still sleep does not come easy.

I peer through a window into the night and I see the tall trees

rustling in the wind and a cold draft from the window frame makes me shudder.

Again I climb into my bed, desperate for some kind of rest, but again,

millions of words scramble my brain.

Eventually my heavy lids shut tight, but two hours later I awoke

again and dressed, ready for another working day.

Anne Freeman.

 

 

 

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[Murphy]

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