Tuesday 14 August 2018

Tuesday Poem - Wakey Wakey

Another yawn cracks my face
I can't keep up with this wicked pace
Gritty eyes and slow hands
Feeling like I'm swimming through sand

Walk into the room but no idea why
Can't remember exactly and so I try
To write everything down, can't miss a trick
My brain isn't working so nothing sticks

Spend an hour looking at an empty screen
Trying to figure out exactly what it means
Then forgetting and remembering again
But often feeling like I'm going insane

An early night might be good for me
A chocolate digestive, a cup of tea
Make a list of all the things that need to be done
Then make sure I go to bed with the sun

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