sleep can elude us when thought makes it impossible to close our minds
Nocturnal
Doing the wrong thing at the wrong time
Fighting to keep my eyes still open
No rhythm, only rhyme
My lashes flutter, bats disturbed
Trying to halt the cave of slumber
Where darkness lays perturbed
In all its distinct glory
Cobwebs clutter with my thoughts
No strength to get a broom
To sweep the edges of the dirt
Avoid the spinning of the room
Toss and turn on windy seas
The lantern running low
Over all the windy waves
Silent speeches flow
Slowly things come into focus
As I re-arouse
Repeatedly, some hocus pocus
Trying to shut me down
Daylight, moonlight, seasons merge
Rearrange, crossover
Til it all becomes one blur
Sapping like a power surge
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-11-30 at 10:59
Tags Restlessness 
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Insomniac
Nocturnal
Doing the wrong thing at the wrong time
Fighting to keep my eyes still open
No rhythm, only rhyme
My lashes flutter, bats disturbed
Trying to halt the cave of slumber
Where darkness lays perturbed
In all its distinct glory
Cobwebs clutter with my thoughts
No strength to get a broom
To sweep the edges of the dirt
Avoid the spinning of the room
Toss and turn on windy seas
The lantern running low
Over all the windy waves
Silent speeches flow
Slowly things come into focus
As I re-arouse
Repeatedly, some hocus pocus
Trying to shut me down
Daylight, moonlight, seasons merge
Rearrange, crossover
Til it all becomes one blur
Sapping like a power surge
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 529 times
Written on 2006-11-30 at 10:59
Tags Restlessness 
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