Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #383
It's Ten O'Clock
by Belinda Roddie
It's ten o'clock, and I've never been great
at going to bed at the time I should.
I was hoping not to stay up so late,
but my brain's like a live wire. It's not good,
but it's expected. I have done a lot
of writing and contemplating as well,
making choices that require lots of thought
and, of course, a personal dose of Hell.
A storm is brewing in my hyper head;
anxiety will always take a toll,
not remedied by sleeping like I'm dead
or doing something mindless, like a whole
two hours of games or watching videos.
Was this sonnet worth reading? Welp - who knows!
by Belinda Roddie
It's ten o'clock, and I've never been great
at going to bed at the time I should.
I was hoping not to stay up so late,
but my brain's like a live wire. It's not good,
but it's expected. I have done a lot
of writing and contemplating as well,
making choices that require lots of thought
and, of course, a personal dose of Hell.
A storm is brewing in my hyper head;
anxiety will always take a toll,
not remedied by sleeping like I'm dead
or doing something mindless, like a whole
two hours of games or watching videos.
Was this sonnet worth reading? Welp - who knows!
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