Title: Working the Night Shift Author: jessicamoore
Working the Night Shift Ever wake up tired And wonder where the night went Did someone steal it as we dosed unaware Or was it always just there for the taking And feeling unappreciated It left of its’ own volition And then upon awakening We discover it is lost forever To some unknown harmony of thought Or ripple in the chronosphere. Our bodies locked in the synchronicity That deludes us into thinking We can make it It is in those sleepless nights That time stretches itself out Like a cat on a bed And try as we might we can’t get its claws Out of the bed covers We think up contraptions that seem like they should really work And poems And titles for books But for all our nightly toil Nothing gets written Nothing gets invented And we wake up feeling cheated. Jessica M. Moore Comments on "Working the Night Shift"
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