Post-Midnight – Poem by Lou Farrell
This poem is all about my inability to sleep every other night. And tonight being one of those nights, I thought I’d share the poem I decided to write. It’s possibly written to quickly, but hey, I’m hypomanic at the moment, so I have to go with the flow. I hope you enjoy it and you’ll enter a brief moment of my life.
As the dawn breaks I’m still freakin’ awake, sleep eluded me again So I took to the pen, I wrote this poem the words are just flowin’. Not til tonight will wakefulness flight, the day spent yawning I might do some drawing, A t-shirt design waste a bit of time, night sleep, night off, my routine just because. It’s my nature an unusual creature, bipolar its name it has little shame, hypomanic thoughts brain stretched tort, since new year it is since sleepful bliss, waiting for meds, and Horlicks before bed. My days merge weeks diverge, it’s all the same with lockdown fame, nothing to do except write for you, as dreams evaporate my eyes darken n’ dilate. But, tonight I’ll sleep tight, tiredness overides the mind becomes fried, a hopeful energy a surrender to lethargy.