Early

Early hours of the morning and
The ceiling is staring at me
Daring me to sleep
The fainting mental drawing
On the ceiling face is dissolving
Slowly and keeps me awake
The fear of forgetting, of
Letting go and there
It goes!

Early hours of the morning and
My eyes refuse to obey me
Sleep leaves disappointed and neglected
And I remain in the grips of the ceiling’s
Stares with my yawns for lonely company!

Still awake!

October 17, 2021

© 2021 Alain de Sade

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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