Wakefulness..........Englyn Proest Gadynog
awake with insomnia,
mind finds itself in a lock.
please, some anaesthesia . .
overwhelmed by night-time's trick.
retreat to the computer
and make the keyboard rattle.
caffein becomes sleep's looter:
espresso cake the downfall.
but now slumber has been damned;
living through this same old story:
look with dread to day ahead.
house is silent; how ears ring
(cat is stirring, mate asleep
ah, such contented breathing!)
perhaps a nice, stiff nightcap?
birds are singing, dawn draws near.
lie back down, you know what's best
still harboring your one great fear
you'll be rising without rest