head quite fuzzy
so i bed down
the sound of music
and television
weaving itself around
the half sleep
i find myself in
sleep somehow
never connected
peace and tranquility
just out of my reach
i rub my eyes
cannot seem to sift
the dull ache
this night time view
when will day break?
James Garratt – Tuesday 2nd December 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 