IT'S ONE THIRTY AGAIN

God it's one thirty again,
Why is it from sleep I refrain.
Must have creaked my neck,
To sleep would take half a sec.

If I didn't feel I'm depressed,
Then again I must confess.
Ears ringing monotonous sound,
Sanity nowhere to be found.

My legs are shot so it seems,
I'm always running in my dreams.
It's only when I'm awake,
That I can hear them scream

It's a strange thing to say,
I cannot wait for warmer days.
For the coldness to go away,
But then again I love the snow.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-02-14 at 13:30

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Quite a dichotomy loving the snow but needing the warmth of Summer. I feel for you my friend. The one-thirty is a bit of a bummer. Mine is four-thirty at the moment. I can sympathise. Blessings, Allen
2025-02-14