12 a.m. I lay awake wishing only for dreams to come
when my eyes try to close, the words start to invade
words into sentences, jumbled and dancing behind my eyelids
1 a.m.The sentences are formed suddenly into full grown thoughts
they work themselves into a frenzy---my eyelids flutter open
2 a.m. They scroll across my vision
my very own marquee in the dark
and though my eyes try to close again, their dance continues
3 a.m. They continue to form, now rhythmic and with meaning
until I am sitting up, I fumble for the light
4 a.m. Awake now I am typing
my thoughts come to life just before the break of dawn
my fingers swiftly, rhythmically keeping time to their beat
5 a.m. The dreams never came, my wishes unheard
in it’s place, a reality unfolded
stopping only when it lets me
And just as I say every night into the luminous light bathing my face
Sleep will come tomorrow
About the Creator
Abbey Streett
Life spoken through poetry.
Everything hurts
and nothing is free.
Currently a stay at home mama to two wonderful, crazy kiddos. Finding my voice through poetry, and desperately finding time to read and write.
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