DeprivedA Poem by Willard WellsMissing nightDeprived
It had been over 3 hours since going to bed. And sleep came easy.
When 3 AM rolls around, my eyes are open, and my brain seems to be slipping into overdrive.
Tossing and turning staring at the dark of the night as I wrestle with sleep.
Getting up to pace the floor looking for my allusive sleep. It's back to bed an try to rest once more.
It's no use the thoughts are racing, the eyes are open and the brain is on overdrive.
So in reality, it has come to the point, the facts are in, my night of sleep is at an end. © 2015 Willard WellsReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 29, 2015 Last Updated on September 30, 2015 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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