Sleepless In My Bedroom Poem by Liam Hughes

Not sure if I was just half awake or half asleep.
The muted TV doesn't make a peep,
Just glares away in the corner.
Nothing of interest being delivered to the room.
A gambling wheel or stainless steel, non stick, the deal of a life time it would say if it hadn't been silenced.

Just now, again. Was that a moment of dreaming? A half second of fantasy passed through my brain, interrupted by a pitter patter of rain against my window. Brought on by a mild gust of wind.

Another blast, straight to the mind. Only creating a moment of vision then back to being blind. An endless cycle until the well runs dry. The last thought will be forgotten by a mind turning rotten.

But who is there to tell me I am wrong?