Thursday, May 8, 2008

I'm not really awake
but my eyes are open

I wish they weren't

how they long to close
and my mind and body
to sleep

I keep thinking of what I have to do before I can go to bed tonight
I keep thinking I should start doing it all now, in the hopes of going to bed early
I keep thinking that, while sitting here not moving.

My finger is red and purple bruised, nothing happened to it, it just felt overwhelmed by the acts of normal use
so follows the rest of me, mind and body, threatening internal hemorhrage, feeling the smallest acts of doing like mass intruments of brunt force.

I'm not really awake
but my eyes are open

how I wish they weren't

4 comments:

Absolute Vanilla (& Atyllah) said...

Oh Taffiny, what a sad poem - everything sounding so overwhelming. A sense of such despair and inertia and stress. Beautifully written words but they make me heart sore.

Taffiny said...

Vanilla,

Oh sorry. Was really really really tired yesterday :)
Still a bit low on the sleeping scale, but emotionally perkier today.

(the birds wake me each morning at 5 and it is hard to fall back to sleep knowing by 6:30 I need to be up. Perhaps some day I shall master the art of going to bed, and falling asleep earlier at night.)

Mediterranean Views said...

I can really relate Taffiny, I get that tired sometimes, I know exactly waht you mean,plus we put so many "must do's" on our list before we allow ourselves to ignore a mess and go to bed. You said it soooo well.
Amy

Taffiny said...

Amy,

Thanks for saying I said it well, sorry you know all to well the feeling.