Sleep clung
To the edges of my eyelids
And the tips of my fingers,
Begging me to let it stay.
Thunder rocked the house
And lightning lit the room.
My nerves were fried,
My mind alert and on edge.
At 3 am, sleep left me
Did not come back.
8:00 am
Good one!
Maritza
thank you!
I’m now making my way through your poems and enjoying them greatly – if ‘enjoy’ is the right word?! You create a moment, layer your experience over it, and draw us in. Gorgeous!
Thank you so much. I’m so glad you enjoy them. Poetry is such an important outlet for me, and I am honored that other people are reading my work.