TWO hour's SLEEP
Two hours sleep,Then wide awake.
This problem that I have,
Is very hard to take.
Was dementia I wonder,
The left hand of god.
Is that his reason,
For only allowing me to nod.
I wake then sleep
I wake up tired.
Before I fall asleep,
It's wake, sleep repeat.
Why is it I can sleep all day,
Come night my minds awake.
Always working never surrendering,
Like constant ripples in a lake.
Once more I start to yawn,
Tomorrow's already here.
My mind starts to weep,
I'm still here time to sleep.
Alas not thoughts churn,
A broken mind starts to burn.
Poetic thoughts flood the night,
Time to wake, Time to write.
I know you would find this droll,
But it's poetry that drives my soul.
And if it gives me chance to write, Until then,
I'd envisaged staying up every sleepless night
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-02-02 at 01:44
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