Night Seasons

The night is stifling as Summer as I lie in my bed.
Too much turmoil running a treadmill in my head.

I'm trying to Fall asleep but, alas, to no avail.
Tomorrow shall be excruciating if in this meager task I fail.

The night turns cold as the sweat chills my core. The Winter wind returns, like many times before.

Morning finally arrives and I Spring out of bed. The day shall be chaotic with the tasks that lie ahead.

People wonder while I smile but I have my reasons.
I survived one more year in the dreaded Night Seasons.

Drabble published June 14, 2021 17:39

Christopher almost 3 years ago

I've had nights that felt like years, so that's what this represents.
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago

Terrific idea and poem, Christopher! Sorry if the nights are tough for you. I know a bit about waking early (5am) with the heebee-jeebies. And It’s almost 5am right now!
Christopher almost 3 years ago

Thanks, Neville.
Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago

You get a real sense of a long dragging night reading this, and a nice sense of relief at the end...
Christopher almost 3 years ago

Thanks, Jamie.
VerityAlways almost 3 years ago

I can resonate this one, reminds me of the project deadlines. Yet, we survive!!
Christopher almost 3 years ago

Indeed, Verity.