3 a.m. -- 5/21/10

It's 3 in the morning and I'm so damned tired
My wit and my wonder have nearly expired
I cannot find sleep yet, though my eyes are burning
Instead I am writing of my constant yearning
I'm lost here in reverie, instead of in dreams
Compelled to write this, or at least so it seems
If my brain would quiet, instead of roaring
I could be in Nod now, and possibly snoring.


(I don't remember writing this on the 21st, but apparently I did. Hahahahah)

© Tanya Anguita