Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2013
My 3am kick has lasted an hour
I'm still wide awake so maybe a shower  
This time seems so quiet I wonder to scare
Is boggy or spider hiding somewhere

My eyes come all foggy I'm straining to see
The coffee is awful this hunger to beat
I've looked at my facebook and emails all read
I should be so tired and in my sweet bed

The hell with this sleep as long goes the dead
That's what I keep saying but still want me rest
I'll buy me some matches and prop up me styes
I may look quite funny but look at me eyes

Oh sod all this writing its sending me nuts
My mind is still racing no foot on me clutch
No doubt as I pack up and wake for the day
My sleep will be knocking but up I must stay
andy fardell
Written by
andy fardell
  782
   Pure LOVE
Please log in to view and add comments on poems