Trying to sleep with a toss and a turn,
thoughts racing in such a simple mind,
of what you know and need to learn,
so much to do yet there is so little time.
Each night when I lay down to sleep,
images dance around inside my head,
ideas come and go that I can not keep,
sometimes wonder if I’m alive or dead.
Night blends the future with the past,
and for an instant clarity will speak,
then it becomes clouded never to last,
dreams bold yet humbling to the meek.
The essence of time moves ever so slow,
with the dark journey of any given night,
lying awake you can hear the wind blow,
tired and exhausted, images create fright.
Awake or asleep so often you can not tell,
sweat pouring from your own body’s heat,
nights can be trying, your own living hell,
rising to the morning, so sleepy, still beat.
Samuel precise description indeed of how our nights go at times. Perhaps there are words trapped trying to escape, most times I keep a pen/paper close to record these night visions(words) that sometimes seem to haunt.
They are just waiting to be captured that is for sure,
~Gwendolyn
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Deputy Dave Jenkins investigates the murder of local high school principal, Jerry Egge, but this is a multi-faceted novel that deals with spiritualism, romance, friendship, and children who fall through the cracks.
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Samuel precise description indeed of how our nights go at times. Perhaps there are words trapped trying to escape, most times I keep a pen/paper close to record these night visions(words) that sometimes seem to haunt.
They are just waiting to be captured that is for sure,
~Gwendolyn
Blessings to you
Be always safe,
Karen