Monday 4 March 2013

Bedtime


Another poem for you. You might notice a theme emerging!

Bedtime
by Patrick Shortall

Arrived at the end of the day
My life feels vaguely empty
I don't know what's missing
but I don't want to sleep

Of everything that's provided for me
How can I not have enough?
Poor in every way
except the ones that show

Educated, Satisfied, Warm, Popular,
Everything I need.
Organised, not stressed
Even comfortably tired.

Like the force pushing back,
The problems shift ahead.
I now know how to wake up
But I can't get to bed.

The gentle buzz of the laptop
The busy train outside
The blaring light above me
I'm cocooned in here to hide

Fall asleep without going to bed.