Last night I woke and took three hours to sleep
Again, my mind racing, thinking guitar
My fingers racing on the fretboard, keep
Thinking of playing, racing here and there
The mind is where it starts, both near and far
And it would just not stop, lying in dark
Which gradually became light, plus the fear
That mum's operation was today. Stark
Reality, I hadn't texted! Work
Was also a worry. So counting sheep
Wasn't really an option. I was scared
I wouldn't last the day. In the end, walked
Through it, and then to town, room of people
Delivered my poem. It was better!
Wed 26 February
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