Sleep

by Jemma   Dec 28, 2008


Why is it that sometimes my sleeping hours seem as eternity?
And others it's hard to believe sleep came to me at all?
Why do I turn and writhe
Choking my body with the bedcovers
The chills come across my shoulders
As the duvet falls down my side
And in the morning will often be sat waiting for me on the floor

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  • 15 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    Short yet very good poem =]
    It was descriptive and the flow was good