The solace of sleeping
spirals out of control.
Life is dismissed, wasted.

Like Sally Bowles
I need to get out in the hall
and live every moment.

There are holes
in that logic, I pondered,
looking for  balance.

Moderation suits my style.

for Red Wolf Poems, We Wordle 25.  I used all but one of the words, which were:
hall holes solace sleeping spiral moment dismissed pondered looked suits veined

This poem is the result of having spent a great deal of yesterday alseep – a combination of medication takes all the stuffing out of me.




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8 Responses to Sleep

  1. That bridge of balance is so hard to stay on…I agree with every word here. Nicely wordled, Viv.


  2. restlessjo says:

    Balancing the drug cocktail to keep you in decent shape, Viv? It’s ok to have ‘wiped out’ days now and again. Hugs! 🙂


  3. But Mum you had been too busy in the previous week – you splurged on fun now it is time to splurge on sleep 🙂 Sally


  4. Yes, moderation as a whole with an occasional splurge : )


  5. mood wings says:

    Boy, is this a great message. Sleep can be a dangerous addiction just like any other drug. And it can accompany depression so often.


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