Disinclination (Sleep Phobia)

Disinclination (Sleep Phobia)

I hate to give the day up.  There’s so much left to do.
I like the sky when midnight black is its only hue.
No interruptions on the phone. No meetings, no last chore.
It’s days that contain all the rules.  Days are such a bore!
At night I watch Doc Martin or read the blogs of others.
It always would be dark outside if I had my druthers.

I resist sleep when first it comes knocking at my door.
I put it off and fight it, sometimes ’til three or four.
At night it seems like such a shame to waste my life in sleep,
yet in the morning I find those convictions hard to keep.
When the alarm bell rings if I could choose, I find I would
go back to sleep, for suddenly my bed feels really good!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

15 thoughts on “Disinclination (Sleep Phobia)

    1. lifelessons Post author

      You mean things you miss out on??? I know. I think of all I could accomplish if I didn’t have to sleep, yet when sleep-deprived it is such a blessing. Thanks for reblogging!

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  2. Insach

    May I call it “so relate-able”.
    “At night it seems like such a shame to waste my life in sleep,
    yet in the morning I find those convictions hard to keep.
    When the alarm bell rings if I could choose, I find I would
    go back to sleep, for suddenly my bed feels really good!”
    -Said every youngster ever 🙂

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