Sleep Undecided

Sleep is a weary lover,

circling me

as I lie in bed,

unsure if it is worth

embracing me,

knowing how so many

of my previous loves

have been left

with a bitter taste

on their tongues

after a night or two

of my attention.

I beg sleep to come,

as it has not come

in something close to a week,

feeling a silent madness

tugging at my brain,

its familiarity almost affection,

but sleep continues circling me,

waiting for me

to convince it

the only wounds inflicted

this night and any night

or day to come

will be solely upon myself.

Edward Lee's poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen, Black Coffee Review, The Blue Nib and Poetry Wales. His poetry collections are Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny BridgeThe Madness Of QwertyA Foetal Heart and Bones Speaking With Hard Tongues.

He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Orson Carroll, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.

His blog/website can be found at