WAKING UP 3am
I'm so tired 3am in the morn;Why must I wake up so early,
It's not even dawn.
The birds in the garden,
Tucked up feeling there best.
A blanket of cloud covers,
All of the nests.
Mummy's and daddies,
Catch up on their sleep.
One often wake's up,
When from there baby's.
There's no sound,
Not even a peep.
Yet it's 4 in morn,
I still cannot sleep.
Poetic thoughts often,
Run very deep.
Maybe it's tinnitus,
That keeps me awake.
I wish I could sleep,
For my own sake.
It's 5 in the morn.
As I drift off a thought,
Runs through my head.
Does a spider sleep,
On its back; On the web.
Or is it like me,
With a pillow over its head.
It's 6 in the morn,
I fall into sleep.
Like never before,
"WAKE UP" She says;
"You've started to snore!"
With that she falls
back into sleep.
All I can see
at the end of the night,
Is dawn's early light.
With thoughts still flickering,
Throughout my tired head.
I wonder do caterpillars,
Wear pyjama's? When it's
time for there bed.
It's 7am in the morn,
Time to get up.
Feeling very tired inside,
In fact my mind felt
more than just fried.
With coffee in hand,
I took a sup.
And with that you see,
I finally woke up.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-05-05 at 01:33
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