By Alissa Graham
The night likes to steal me
before I think about the morning,
the evening seems to lure
with a long sleepless warning.
An over active mind
lacks the will power to rest;
A book calls my name at midnight
as I delve into its quest.
I come up with the most creative things at one am
And by two Ive been tricked.
Two thirty makes no difference
and three is a jiff.
Three thirty has droopy eyes
but there are still things to say.
And 4am sometimes waves hello,
and the night waves goodbye.
But then as morning approaches-
a soft ray of light,
my body collapses,
from the sun down soiree.
---More about my ridiculous insomnia another time =) ---
-Alissa-
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