Up lateagain
is not a good thing for me.
I like
snuggling
into my covers much earlier.
My eyes
burn
from too many hours open.
Grumpiness over this thing
settles
in me.
Too late to make a change
peevishly
I persist.
Tomorrow will come early
waking
too soon.
You sound sad, and I hate when my days end that way! I hope that you wake up feeling refreshed, renewed, and ready for a great day. I hope the day proves to be that for you. Thanks for sharing via poetry. I not-so-secretly hate poetry, and am terrified by it, so I try read it to make myself fall in love with. Thanks for the influence. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, the sleep deprived weariness of a Monday. No fun! I feel your pain. And your exhaustion. I'm hoping for a less tiring day tomorrow. Thanks for the poem, and your slice!
ReplyDeleteI am all off my schedule because we had a three-day weekend, my husband was in DC, and I started the weekend by driving him to school to meet the kids at 2am on Saturday morning. So, Friday I was up for 23 hours straight. I feel your pain. Do you get a snow day tomorrow like we do? For the sake of those burning eyes, I sure hope so!
ReplyDeleteYou captured the sleepy moment regrets. Hope you are getting more sleep now.
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