staying over

Time turning, twisting, and burning.
Dark ceiling, metallic fan whirring.
clean sheets, clothes are dirty.
Toss and turn,
But there are no distractions
at three thirty.
What a duel
when memory is so cruel.

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Short, but interesting poem here....

Reminds me of pulling a girl and staying over at her place, then not being able to sleep...!

I liked the final two lines....

BB73