Hunting Slumber

“Hunting Slumber”

–Amy Engle

 

National Poetry Writing Month 2018 Poem #11

 

My body is tired.

But my mind

Just doesn’t care.

I toss about in

Hopes of getting

Comfy enough to

Drift off to slumber.

Fantasies and dreams

Await me but I can’t

Quite reach them.

Hours tick on by.

I check the time

Over and over again.

But sleep continues

To craftily elude me.

Morning finally breaks.

I awake more exhausted

The when I had slumped

Into bed that night.