I think most people can relate to being rudely woken up when on the cusp of sleep. I found this poem scribbled in one of my many notebooks with a date at the top of September 26, 2014. I remember writing it at one or two in the morning and was very sleep deprived. I’m honestly surprised I managed to write anything coherent, let alone maintain a consistent rhyming scheme. The events described in the poem are completely autobiographical and, in hindsight, quite funny. My prayers were said, I was lying in bed, The lights were off. I was nice … Continue reading Sleep Interrupted