Hateful night

I had gave up on time
Lying in that little cot
I hear the cries
Nurses dashing around
Lights flickering
On. Off. On.

I tried focusing
On the fan that twirls
Round and around
Tension building as I try to fall to slumber yet again.

It’s hard not to overhear snippets of conversation
And harder to pretend that you don’t mind not catching any sleep when all you want to do is dream.

It comes though
40-50 winks

And as an amber rose
Creeps into your hallway
You rise with the sun
Yet another day
Another time.


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