I lay awake thinking,
blinking, and making
any necessary retaking
'Tis half past eleven
I lay awake winking
I should be sinking,
right into a linking
'Tis half past twelve
I can't quite understand
Just how one can withstand
I must learn again to stand
'Tis half past one
I cannot come to a conclusion
I slip further into exclusion
I will write a new inclusion
'Tis half past two
This thing I write in a journal
This task has become diurnal
I think I may be nocturnal
'Tis half past three
I think I will go to bed now
I don't know how I can allow
These thoughts I should plow
'Tis half past four
(August 18th,2006)
Christopher G. Turner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-past-bed-time/
