Sleep Child Sleep

My sleep anxiety has returned to my life. It is completely psychosomatic, lifestyle induced but real all the same. This poem is me in a sleep deprived state musing about lack of sleep. I choose this photo of Mini my sister’s cat because of the look in her eyes, her feral, unreasonable paranoia, and her story. My sister found Mini as a wild kitten chewing on cat carcass in the road. This is not to say I am feral but certainly one is less fun and less resilient without proper sleep. Treasure sleep my dears.


Sleep Child Sleep

A little island
where I keep my crazy
and generally ignore it
sleep trouble comes
and the cannibals get restless
chewing on your leg and mine
nibbles then chomps
The drums are thumping
The bonfire roars
Crash, boom, bang.

Rock-a-bye baby
in the tree tops
where the sun is glaring
Break the bow,
cast off vines
and tumble down
to the shady woods
a bed of moss
so soft and buggy
Sleep child sleep
sail away
off the island
to your happy place
your happy place
tomorrow will tend itself
and worries are only ghosts
the present is guaranteed
Sleep child sleep.

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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