Sleep | poetry

You fall asleep,

My hand to your cheek

At first it seems sweet

Then I think of blander motives

Am I interrupting your rest?

Is this just a unwillingness to move?

Then you pull my hand to your chest

Bringing it to rest, part of me on you

Where I should always have been,

And I remember what love feels like again.

Routine Life (poetry)

Wake up

Get up

Get dressed

Eat

Go to work

Come home from work

Eat

Watch TV

Go to sleep.

X 5

Lie in

Get up

Watch TV

Have a shower

Eat

Watch TV

Get dressed

Go out

Come home

Eat

Watch TV

Read

Go to sleep

X 2

Forever

and Ever

and Ever

and Ever.

Routine,

never stopping

never changing.

Unless

one day,

you do something.

Something that isn’t

routine.

Something different?

Sleep (poem)

It’s 11:33 UK time, and I can’t sleep.

It’s weird, sometimes I find myself nodding off in the middle of the day. Other times, I wonder how I ever slept…

 

Sleep

Sleep:

I’m not avoiding you, 

I swear.

But sometimes, just sometimes:

I believe we are enemies.

You evade me,

you entice me.

You end my days,

but you bring me new ones.

Is the death of a day,

the same as the birth of one?

 

Sleep,

are you a friend?

You bring me joy,

in my dreams.

You relax me,

you keep the world still

as I close my eyes.

Just

for

a

moment.

Will I ever sleep again?

Are you coming to get me?

 

Sleep,

are you a person?

Are you the strange blur

of a figure

in our dreams, 

running through the field of stars?

Or are you the stuff of

nightmares,

who creaks floorboards in the

night?

 

Sleep,

you are loyal:

every night. No matter what.

You give us the stars, 

so we may dream a little longer.

 

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Goodnight.