Insomniac Witterings

Form: French Sonnet 9

Outside the night silent and still
Echoes with my sleepless thoughts
The thinkings that go on until
My mind and pills are in cohorts
And dreams with memories refill
Sleep or no sleep I’m out of sorts
A broken soul drifting through time
And living now a surreal mime
Sad memories bring the dawn light
A dim farewell to shards of night
A yawning breath making the tea
To welcome the day being alone
No whispers of love for love’s flown
Instead the warming cup hugs me

©JGFarmer2021

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