I wrestle elusive snake of sleep
Entwined among my bedclothes.
I count a woolly jumper of sheep.
Red-eyed, bleary, lachrymose,
Thoughts echo round my head
But refuse to yield their secrets.
I succumb to restless dreams instead,
Wake – startled, fitful, sleepless.
Again I try once more to seek
Lethe’s dark and silent shore.
But consciousness seems to sneak
In; chinks of light under my door.
I wearily wend my way downstairs
To a soothing mug of cocoa.
Tired, confused, befuddled me,
Fills cup with espresso.
Caffeine courses through my blood
Wakes my brain up with a thud
No cause for celebrating.
I zombie-shuffle in the dawn,
To a chorus of early birds.
Welcoming sun through curtains drawn,
Inspiration to pen some words.
But tiredness blunts my energy,
Clouds distort the view.
My ideas lack any synergy
So I pour another brew.
My neurones crackle, fizz and buzz
With conflicting commands.
I fight on through fog and fuzz,
End my poem in a trance.
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