Huge clumps of homogenous night
Don’t you need a holiday?
Haven’t you run out of twisted delight for keeping my sleep at bay?
It’s it time you had some peace?
It’s a tough job that you do
Praying writing, counting sheep
The things I do to you
When does the darkness get a break
From keeping little old me awake?
Watching me scribble toss and turn
I’m convinced some decent rest’s been earned
I’m sure the night can’t wait for summer
Summer’s a shorter shift
More light means less time for slumber
And less time to keep me from going adrift
This is such an amazing work, thank you for sharing it with us! It's so good... the feeling of it, and the way you wrote it, ... not to mention the great ending! Beautiful! ~~Elya Thorn~~
I can't wait either, I liked your poem it has a nice flow to it, and its an unusual subject well done : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Decent rest has been earned over here too, I believe. But I just have a big problem with spending it. But I'm-a learn'n. Good contribution, thanks.