Monday, March 4, 2013

past my bedtime: a lament

Up late
is not a good thing for me.

I like
into my covers much earlier.

My eyes
from too many hours open.

Grumpiness over this thing
in me.

Too late to make a change
I persist.

Tomorrow will come early
too soon.


  1. 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. :)

  2. Oh, 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!

  3. I 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!

  4. You captured the sleepy moment regrets. Hope you are getting more sleep now.