AM I TIRED YET???
I’m sitting up at four AM,
Writing more verses down…
Hearing the cars test local speed traps
By high-speed blast-offs through town.
Humming in our cupola from fans
Helping to circulate air…
Once I thought we could look out those windows
When we had first moved here!
There are no stairs to the top,
For ventilation those windows can open…
I know for safety there is no platform
But years before, I was hoping!
Getting tired as I write,
My agitation slowing down…
Pouring out the mind’s ideas
Puts feet back on solid ground.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
My C-PAP’s running fine…
Writing down my prayers and hopes
Will do ’til waking time.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WRITING MORE POETRY???? GETTING SLOWER!!!!