Monday, March 13, 2023

Waking Up in the Middle of the Night

I shouldn't have had that last glass of water,

That last cup of coffee,

Last drink of tea.

Shouldn't have drifted off

With a mind racing, recalling, reliving

The day angrily.

Dreams have a habit of walking the night,

Waking with fright as their victims fall prey,

Fearful of yesterday,

Dreading tomorrow,

Wondering what will arrive with the day.

Pity the mind can't erase all it's worry,

Blank out regrets and

Make everything right.

Sleep is too precious to be interrupted.

I hate waking up in the cold of the night.

 

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