Tag: sleep

Poetry

Was the one

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Who wanted sleep

But now only getting hours here and there.

Falling asleep through out the day as mornings are spent tossing and turning.

So restless and feeling so hopeless with no hope insight as this is the third morning in a row.

Laying awake turning to close my eyes so hard in hope that will convince myself to fall back to sleep.

But here I am still up since waking up a little after 3am.

Tried reading and praying and yet here I am still up as a part of me begs for sleep.

Yet no relief insight as the morning comes and my responsibilities start to pile up and all I want to do is go back to sleep.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Dreams

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are all my body and mind crave for as my body hits my bed.

My mind wants to experience something new every night.

To let everything that happened to me earlier in the day to fade away.

To gain a little of my sanity back and for my mind to relax for once in my life.

For my body to relax and let all the stress of today wash away.

As my eyes slowly close and I’m drawn to the things that make me feel careless.

Soon my eyes will open and I have to face the day ahead of me and, I’m glad that everyday I don’t have to do it alone.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Daily Prompt: knackered

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Long day ends with me

looking and feeling extremely tired.

My body just drags on until I can’t drag on anymore.

I feel like I have aged in a matter of hours

and even through I try to fuel up.

My body says no and wants to give up and rest.

But, my mind is like no we have to finish on a good note.

And in the end as my body enters through the door of my home.

It wins and sleep is all I focus on as I drag myself to bed.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Knackered

Poetry

I didn’t

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see this life lesson coming as I lay awake in  my bed at 3 in the morning.

Every room in my house quiet as everyone sleeps so peacefully.

Except for me, whose wide awake with so much to say.

Yet, craving to go back to sleep .

But no matter how many times I try to drift back to sleep.

Nothing happens and soon my eyes are open and I’m staring into the darkness.

So I just decided to write and here I am writing.

With tiredness coming quick to my eyes I breathe a sigh of relief as I drift back to sleep again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Tired

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Eyes you look at me

but not for long for as I speak.

Your eyes start to fall and once closed

you won’t want to wake up again.

For it’s late and you want to sleep in the land of softness.

where everything seems to feel just right, where sleep last for a good eight to nine hours.

You want this as night becomes morning and,soon the softness will be replaced with the some times harsh reality.

People will come at you and you’re not quite ready for them as your brain tries to truly wake up.

You can’t seem to understand why anyone would want to be up this early.

I mean yea its 11am but sometimes sleeping in is nice.

So the day goes on and you don’t seem to be awake at all and once home your still tired but dragging on.

Until you and sleep meet again then you smile and the lights go out again.

And I whisper good night in hope, your dreams will bring you some peace reality couldn’t.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Poetry

The horrible cold!

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My mind is  in a fog that writing anything or even really thinking about anything is to much for me to handle.

But the stubborn side of me is trying to get it all done but my sickness is clouding all my thoughts.

My body is calling for a break for it wants to lay down and sleep the day way.

But your mind doesn’t want to waste or lose a day because of a dumb old cold.

Yet in the end the cold wins and I soon lay down for I have been defeated.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes