Monday, May 18, 2020

BEDTIME, a poem

       
Lying abed, unable to sleep,
          gripped by this nightly discomfort
          I want to slip into the void
hoping for interesting dreams

Counting my breathes to plunge
me into a night land
brimming with adventures
for my uncontrolled mind

On awakening in morning
ofttimes recalling unbidden dreams
          with pleasure or some disquiet
          Lying abed, unable to rise
         
         
         

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