Awake

Awake

A Poem by Ann Elise Monte

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 Ann Elise Monte



My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

401 Views
Added on February 3, 2012
Last Updated on February 3, 2012

Author

Ann Elise Monte
Ann Elise Monte

Fantasyland, beside a mass grave of dead story ideas, Australia



About
I write Young Adult fiction and my longer works tend to contain strong fantasy and romantic elements. My shorter works have more variety because I find it easier to maintain non-magical stories for sh.. more..

Writing