Three in the Morning
Its three in the morning and I still cant sleep,
Tired eves make me weary Tired muscles make me weak.
I hope evey minute to be abe to rest
but my mind keeps running and puts me to the test.
I know that tomorrow I wont be at my best,
and I hope that tomorrow my heart stays in my chest.
The insomnia is contagious, The weakness a curse,
The anger a disease,
Let me sleep Lord Im begging you please.
I wrote this while trying to sleep at three in the morning. I had actually slept for a few hours before so I was feeling really creative. I just found out that one of my submissions to a local newspaper is going to be in print and I am really excited. I wanted to sleep after writing this but now I think my mind is going to much to do so.
Maybe I will work on my novel and maybe not. Who I am or what I do now I really do not know. That is why I am writing this blog because most of the time I just feel really confused. After losing my daughter and then one of my really good friends I think I completely lost myself, but the good news I am coming back little by little.