The Sleep Catcher
Nocturnal Writers: A Free Verse Poem

It is midweek in what feels like the middle of the night as the clock strikes two hours to wake-up time and doing the forbidden I reach for my phone, check a thing or two and lure my mind to ponder and write. And so, with only another hour left till wake-up time I twist and turn as I try to blunt the sharpness of my mind and relax to exit the corridor into sleep and, hopefully, counter impending defeat
Ah, I know the half an hour saved for slumber won’t suffice nor will the coffee help later on in the day to uncrease and lift the tiredness from my eyes. In the vastness of the night, the fastness of electrical thoughts cannot be quenched nor can I halt the light behind my eyes from bursting forth like stars, as with hand clenched I scribble faster than I can think to beat the run of time and lack of sleep.






