For a friend unable to sleep.


To be unable to sleep
not to perchance to
tossing and turning
tears welling up
fears sufficing
ghosts of the past
haunting the mind
swing legs out of bed
feet into slippers
stand up, walk over to P C
turn the computer on
load a blank page
prosead to type out
dreames like to be haveing
a story emerges
before the eyes - to read!

ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith

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Written on 2017-07-26 at 19:35

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
sleep is where dreams reside, and poems are born. right? maybe?

good thoughts, ken!

I know how it is not to sleep. I seem to
sleep better in my recliner. Well done, ken.

Sounds like your mind was leading you to write that story and would not allow any sleep until you did. It is the thing to do when we can't sleep. Go away into a creative world. I am glad it worked out for the friend. zzzzzzzzzzzzz