More broken sleep

I couldn’t settle down last night and got up a few times to look out at the incredible sky full of stars. I didn’t see any shooting ones. When I finally got to sleep, my dreams were so full of poetry, and anxiety that I wouldn’t remember them, that I kept waking up, trying to fix those nightmare poems in my head. This is the result at 4.15 in the morning. I just hope now that I’ve got it out of my system, I will finally get some sleep.

Nightmare Poem

After a night of

Relentless,

Restless

Dreams,

Writing fully-formed poems

So vivid I was wired,

In the early hours.

In front of a computer screen,

My mind is

Blank and uninspired.

My heart flutters like a bird

in its rib-cage,

My hands ache from wringing

The bed-sheets of words.

My mouth is dry from shouting

Rhymes that nobody heard.