Outnumbered

by Ina

Lying in bed on my side
I push the world back for a little longer.
Thoughts flutter and return to silence.
I want no part of what is turning around
beneath my head. Beyond my sleep.
Iā€™m slumbered.

But with the curtain moving,
sun spreading yellow on the wall,
the smell of coffee, thoughts of you
that slip in secretly by songs of birds,
I roll over and give in to another day.
Outnumbered.

šŸ˜‰

3 Comments to “Outnumbered”

  1. Wake up and smell the coffee! Thanks for the smile šŸ™‚

    L&H xx

  2. I like it again šŸ™‚

  3. Mmmm, that’s a nice poem, Ina!

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