Awake

Awake

A Poem by

The clock mocks me.

The blankets trap my feet.

The washer barrages my eardrums.

The neighbour’s light creeps past my curtains

Hours have crawled past.

Sleep is a flighty mistress.

She has deserted me.

Against my will,

I remain

Awake.

© 2012


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