The Fog of Four AM

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sleep-stumbling

Four am weather report calls for dreary
My mind is fogged in, slow and bleary
 
Cold rain drizzles and storm clouds hover,
As I stare at the wall and burrow in the covers
 
Sleep eludes and I wonder what is the reason?
Answers taunt and haunt me like the mad season
 
Shards of broken thoughts stab into my brain,
Leaving me wondering if I'm going insane?
 
"Why am I still awake? I've got to drift off soon,
At this sleepless rate, I'll be a zombie by noon"
 
Unlocking the key to the universe so out of reach,
Yet my mind tries with a hexagon speech
 
What does that even mean? Hell, I don't know!
Maybe it'll dawn with the cocking of the crow
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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hullabaloo22

Excellent, Mike!

Thu, May 6th, 2021 7:17pm

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Thank you, Hull

Thu, May 6th, 2021 12:26pm

Penny Scribe

Good poem, I particularly like the title.

Tue, May 11th, 2021 5:46pm

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Thank you much, Penny

Tue, May 11th, 2021 10:47am

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