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. ...
Six Little Letters
To me, it feels a bit like a charm:
Helping to save me from imminent harm.
Around my soul, there's now a warm glow,
Which stops my spirits from falling too low.
You can laugh at me and undermine,
But there's a part of me that's feeling just fine;
You can despair in me and think me a joke,
But now I can withstand the fun that you poke.