My mind so noisy

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

One night I couldn't sleep very well, because I kept dreaming about writing poetry. Not dreaming about - as in a spectator, but I was actually writing poetry, over and over, in my sleep. This made it a long and tiresome night. This is a poem about that night.

Like an old man retired, I’m growing quite tired, but feeling inspired.

It’s getting late, and yet still I want to spill something great,

But will not force the course of the cerebral quill scratching away in my mind.

Asleep I drift, and lexis I sift, in search for what words I seek.

Words - meaningless how they are, if my thoughts escape me,

And as I try to sleep my mind is so noisy, even though I lie here silently.


Submitted: April 18, 2012

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