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Aug 2018
It's midnight
and I can't stop
thinking
about
it.

Toss left
turn right
flip the pillow
just one more
time.

It's One in the morning,
throw your leg across a pillow
and leave it hanging
for a slight breeze
cough once
and a small
sneeze.
And I still can't find
sleep.

It's now Two
and I can't help but try
to run simulations in my head
on how not to
die.
It's a game
it's all it is
I think I found it
a way to...
nevermind.

It's Fifteen past Three
I wake with a jolt
something about bugs
or something just as distressing
but once again
its my sleep that I'm
missing.

Four in the morning
I've but an hour left for any chance of decent rest
I toss here
and turn there
**** it all
it's already
Five.

Some how I find it
a bit of reprieve from my torture
but I wake to my alarm
it's Half past Six
time for work.

And I'm still
missing her.
What have I done...
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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