In the comments of the last post, jo(e) asked if there was any chance that I would post the middle-of-the-night, forgotten poem. I am living up to the "reluctant" part of my title because the last time I shared one of my poems, it stopped conversation quicker than a runaway train slamming into a brick wall. Now, I never claimed to be a poet, much less a good one. (That poetry award and scholarship in college notwithstanding - I could've been the only applicant.)
After some hemming and hawing, I've decided to post it because my cup not exactly runneth over with a multitude of other ideas for a post today. So here it is. Don't say I didn't warn you if you hate it. Here's hoping you don't.
I lie with closed eyes
watching the lights glitter and ping
my brain forgot to switch off
I feel the blood throb in my temples
as I wait for sleep
to entrap me and pull me down into
itself with warm, hypnotic arms
I teeter on the edge of a half-remembered dream
all the while, longing
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