Mess
A glorious mess
Christmas wrapping everywhere
Ten months to go
Such beautiful food
Tastefully designed, prepared
A mess inside me
My mind is a mess
Screwed up thoughts, anxieties
Need
to meditate
Become
Your clothes become you
But there is little inside
Some
fluff and nonsense
Become what you can
Dream the impossible dream
And work towards it
Raindrops coalesce
River becomes a torrent
Flood
seeks out the sea
Storm
Storm inside my head
Clears as these things always do
Now I see the light
Storm shelter all night
Awoke to birds wittering
Always a good sign
Storm in a teacup
Tea leaves will tell the future
They usually do
Sleep
Some need four hours sleep
I feel awfully guilty
I
seem to need nine
Sleep of innocents
Just watch the nightly bad news
For
nightmares of guilt
A poor decision
Slept in arms of Morpheus
Lost
innocent sleep
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