This poem is another complaint about waking up at 3:30 in the morning and not being able to get back to sleep. If you’ve been there, you understand.
At least, if I write a poem, it seems like the sleep disturbance was worth it. Make hay while the sun shines–or while it doesn’t, as the case may be. Thanks for coming by to read!
I don’t know why I lie awake.
I cannot fathom why.
But here I lie, eyes wide, awake,
And dread the course the sun will take
Across the dappled sky.
I don’t know why I lie awake.
I toss and turn and try,
Regretting friends I did not make,
Decisions, that I did not take,
And tears I did not cry.
I don’t know why I lie awake.
The days do not suffice.
That luxury of time, enjoyed
Throughout my youth, is now employed
To warn me, don’t think twice.
I don’t know why I lie awake
Before the early bird,
My errors shaming, haunting me,
My future teasing, taunting me
To do before I die.
A chirping chorus in my ears–
I’ve lain awake too long.
My weary eyelids greet the sun,
And listening, listing to-be-dones,
I’m lifted, by the gentle hum
Of sweet, surrounding song.
Copyright 2022 Andrea LeDew
For another poem about the wee hours, read In the Morning or In the Gray.
In Kind
Yes, dear Andrea, I have been there too, and welcomed the sun and the birds in the morning—counting our blessings of the light instead of dwelling on regrets and fearing the worst at night. An other beautifully crafted poem—vielen Dank!
Thank you Margrit!