Early Awakening

Sleep will come,
And sleep will go,
But mother please
Don’t make it so,
With your early alarms
And wanderings for tea,
Letting them go off
To awaken me
With a repetitive tone
That has no end,
Subliminally hinting
That sleep’s no friend.
That might be so,
And if it’s bound to be,
I’ll defend my hours
Of unfriendly sleep,
Until it comes that I must go
And always without morning glee,
With a mood that needs a mend,
And dangerous thoughts inside of me.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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