Broken Sleep
The clock
ticks
and then
tocks.
Random, restive
thoughts
stalk
me.
I walk
from bed
to cupboard
to chair
and back
to bed.
I sigh, for
broken sleep
leads to
broken days.
In my experience anyway.
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This is why we are writing buddies! This was me last night and today – broken.
I love the way truth runs through your poems. You give seemingly simple words and phrases a pulse in the way you have them tell a story. Thank you!!!