Quandary Poem by David Harris

Quandary



It's four o'clock in the morning
and sleep still hasn't arrived.
I feel very much like a coffee.
Drinking that might drive sleep away.
I am lost in a quandary,
not sure what to do.
I'll just crawl back to bed
and hope for the best.



26 June 2016

Sunday, November 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Practicing Poetess 11 March 2017

This is so relatable! To stay awake, or to continue to clutch at the possibility of elusive sleep.... That is the question!

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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