Kyle Kriticos Poet Rhyme

Circadian Rhythm

Tossing and turning
I'm here in my bed
Twisting and rolling
With a vice on my head

I'm missing the fun
And appointments with life
But I sleep through the day
And I pace through the night

Check the time, what's the time
My head is too heavy
Hearing rush hour traffic
Is it Monday already

Who's knocking!? Stop knocking
At noon with your fist!
Your a scoundrel to bug me
So early like this!

This unwelcome sunlight
Has my tired soul scheming
To get to my bed
Where I could be dreaming


By Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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Elizabeth Wesley June 22, 2011 at 5:33 PM Frustration works up these feelings and you express them so well.

Mike Dailey May 28, 2011 at 6:10 PM Great discription - adn that is why I finally retired. By the way, I believe you meant rush HOUR in the third stanza. mdailey