Hello again everyone, and welcome to another crap poem.
This little ode is dedicated to the sleeplessness I experience every single day. It’s a type of insomnia that most people probably never get to experience, and they should be glad. Existing on 2 hours sleep almost every day plays havoc with every system in your body, but the world keeps turning, and as a mother, as a partner, as a human, I know that lost sleep doesn’t mean the world around me will wait.
I wrote this while sitting in the dark, and wishing the world COULD wait, for just a day, while I catch up.
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A mothers cycle
As darkness falls.
My sadness calls.
And I can’t dial, it’s Dean.
I look outside.
On bed, I am Lloyd.
Insomnia will surely win.
A twinkling star?
Or a lit cigar?
My mind begins to wonder.
Who else awake?
Until daybreak?
On loneliness I ponder.
The rafters creek.
But no one speaks.
As random sounds groan free.
If I weren’t here.
Would noise be clear?
Like a silent forests tree?
Two hours pass.
My breathing rasps.
As I muffle every cough.
What happens now?
While I’m unwell?
And love ones sleep, switched off.
I hope my book.
Will gift a hook
on which I’ll be engrossed.
To pass this time.
Would be sublime.
On words I’ll overdose.
My head tilts down.
Softening my frown.
Insomnia unclenched.
Groans and creeks.
Reduce to squeaks.
In tiredness, I’m drenched.
A Scorching ray
breaks through the grey.
Darkness submits to daylight.
Page lost, I weep.
Just one hours sleep.
Heavy lids blurring my eyesight.
The floorboards creak
And family speaks
I’m glad that silence ends
“Who’s in the loo?”
“Can I get a brew?”
Mums tiredness, must suspend…
…Until darkness Falls
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Thanks for reading 💜
Creative Steph 