Bored

Almost four am again.. oh, what to do?
Can’t seem to release tension in this letter.
The neck says it’ll be about another
Two-hour struggle with pillows of feather.

Howling winds whisper outside the window,
Can’t seem to feel secure in this hanging tether.
The brain says it’ll be about another
Two-day uncertainty, listening to the news channel.

Cold hands and trembling nerves,
Can’t seem to find warmth in this weather.
The nose says it’ll be about another
Two-week affair with tissues and paper.

  ~mje Sunday, October 4, 2009 at 12:57pm