Thursday, October 9, 2008

3 a.m.



Insomnia
Cornelius Eady

You'll never sleep tonight.
Trains will betray you, cars confess
Their destinations.

Whether you like it
Or not.

They want more
Than to be in
Your dreams.

They want to tell you
A story.

They yammer all night and then
The birds take over,
Jeering as only
The well-rested can.


Not much of a resemblence, but it does depict how I feel, wandering around the house at 3 a.m. A bit deranged and very tired...

4 comments:

willow said...

Oh, I love this poem. And I can certainly relate. I have been sleeping much better after I cut caffeine out of my diet. But I still have these kinds of nights several times a month.

A Brush with Color said...

I love that poem, too! And I've been there with the insomnia at times. When I'm on the road, I don't always get a good, deep sleep--I'm always worried I'll oversleep and so as a result, I sleep restlessly. Go figure...

willow said...

Sharon, there's a little award waiting for you over at my place. Feel free to come and pick it up any time! :)

Marsha Robinett said...

Sharon,
I can totally relate...I also am a person who doesn't sleep well. My how the mind rambles in the middle of the night.

I find if I can get beyond the anger I feel for NOT sleeping and start thanking God for the "wonderful sleep and rest He's given me"...even though I have yet to experience it! SLEEP DOES COME.

By the way...love your political banter. I agree totally, well said.