Some nights it's god like to be sober...
to see the moon without a face,
to close the day and see it over...
to welcome sleep and waking place.
To rest one’s head and ease tired feet,
to dream of home untouched by war...
to gaze and see the sky complete,
and know there's naught worth fighting for.
Some nights I now do less than sleep,
imbibed or not I drift awake...
for it's in my dreams my mind does keep
the horrors I cannot forsake.
Thanks Graham,
yes another restless night juggling the words.
Thanks for reading and your comment.
David
Thanks to those who have liked.
Another 4am job David. This weather doesn’t help. I think worrying is best done in the dark. Bloody insomnia gets us all. Thank god for poetry.
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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 6th Aug 2026 21:37
Thank you David, painful reading.
...I, who am prone to whinge sometimes about my lot in life, need to remember that "there but for the grace of God go I".