Stuck in the mud, no seriously, 

I mean literally and not figuratively – it's a conspiracy. 

Because I’m in a rush, but I'm so stuck I can’t even push. 

And my stress levels are on the move, they’re rising, 

I’m watching the clock and it’s hypnotising. 

Too long I've been vexed by this impertinent voice! 

Incessantly chatting into the night with his noise. 

As I sit wide awake, waiting, exhausted with the plight, 

Too awake to sleep but too tired to fight. 


◄ Wind

Evening Routine ►


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Stuart Bright

Mon 27th Sep 2021 19:56

Thanks Martin

An insomniac overthinker is one of my alter egos - I have a pretty insistent internal monologue that loves to get hooked up on the little things and run through them over and over and over…….. as I’m sure we’ve all experienced at some point in our life!

Thanks for reading, and thanks for the feedback. Always appreciated.

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Martin Elder

Mon 27th Sep 2021 11:27

I can feel the intensity building within this poem

Nice one

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