Angela Wybrow Poems
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A Headful Of Thoughts
I'm lying here, wide awake
Trying hard to get some sleep;
But my brain is totally buzzing,
So it's useless counting sheep!
My mind is manically racing,
Thinking of words and ideas;
I think of the sad poem that I just wrote,
And my eyes suddenly fill up with tears.
I need to get some sleep,
As I'm actually pretty tired;
But my brain is so alive:
Like, it's been electrically wired!
Many times, I've had new thoughts,
And jumped out of my cosy bed,
To quickly grab a pen and paper,
And jot them down before they leave my head. ...
I was making my way through our estate,
When I spotted the sign by your front gate;
Those two words, black upon white,
Before my eyes, were an unwelcome sight.
I quickly gathered that you'd soon be moving,
And, suddenly, my soul needed some soothing;
As I carried on walking down past your block,
My mind was struggling with a sense of deep shock.