Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Eight: My stupid obsessions

Eighth poem of the day. The prompt for the hour was to write a pantoum…

I hate all the thoughts that keep me awake
because my mind refuses to relax
taking my body along for the ride
long after I have closed my eyes

Because my mind refuses to relax
I toss and turn and worry and fret
and strain at the yoke
Is it morning yet?

I toss and turn and worry and fret
over more and more of the same
Is it morning yet?
I’m so tired…

Over more and more of the same
lands a layer of dreams that make no sense
I’m so tired…
Can’t they tell me something I can understand?

Layers of dreams that make no sense
build and build until I’m afraid of sleep
Can’t they tell me something I can understand?
2 a.m. is no time to be solving puzzles

that build and build until I’m afraid of sleep
I hate all the thoughts that keep me awake
2 a.m. is no time to be solving puzzles
because my mind refuses to relax

(13 August 2016)


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Hour Eight: My stupid obsessions

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