Sleeping Pill

Old typewriters, 

books,

and vinyl record shops

...things which turn me on

With my life and poetry all dried up 

I thought I'd write a song

My guitar's a limb 

and yet it won't sing

the spiralling serenade in my head. 

It's six-thirty

the sun is up 

and yet I'm climbing back to bed 

Well wouldn't you know 

the notes won't show 

and yet the words 

fall... like rain

Tears and ink 

of a life on the blink

yes... I'm probably insane

Yet, my pen it strives 

inside my mind 

to find the answers still!

So, I close my eyes 

to a life of lies 

and strum a lullaby

...sleeping pill 

© Debbie Razey 2018