Draft 1
The idea to run away, disappear
Everything piling up, overwhelming
Children fighting, new grandbaby wailing
Some days, today, yesterday, today, yes
Tossing and turning, can’t breathe like drowning
Sleepless nights, the days running together
Wide awake, zero four hundred hours
Twelve weeks in three days, will the colic end?
Is it today, or is it tomorrow?
Wake up every two hours, feeding time
Trying to stay ahead of the crying
Prosperous most times, occasional fail
Only a rare moment to catch the breath
Tainted by the cloud of shrill exhaustion
The pounding of my beating heart roaring
in my ears, like a savage waterfall
Silence a memory and fantasy
Enervated by broken microsleep
I see far ahead, a lighted tunnel
When a tranquil slumber will notice me
Draft 2
The idea to run away, disappear
Everything piling up, overwhelming
Children fighting, new grandbaby wailing
Some days, today, yesterday, today, yes
Toss and turn, can’t breathe like drowning
Sleepless nights, the days running together
Wide awake, zero four hundred hours
Twelve weeks in three days, will the colic end?
Is it today, or is it tomorrow?
Wake up every two hours, feeding time
Trying to stay ahead of the crying
Prosperous most times, occasional fail
Only a rare moment to catch the breath
Tainted by the cloud of shrill exhaustion
The pounding of my beating heart roaring
in my ears, like a savage waterfall
Silence a memory and fantasy
Enervated by broken microsleep
I see far ahead, a lighted tunnel
When a tranquil slumber will notice me
Draft 3
The idea to run away, disappear
Everything piling up, overwhelmed
Children fighting, new grandbaby wails
Some days, today, yesterday, today, yes
Toss and turn, can’t breathe like drowning
Sleepless nights, the days running together
Wide awake, zero four hundred hours
Twelve weeks old in three days, will colic end?
Is it today, or is it tomorrow?
Wake up every two hours, feeding time
Trying to stay ahead of the crying
Prosperous most times, occasional fail
Only a rare moment to catch the breath
Tainted by the cloud of shrill exhaustion
The pounding of my beating heart roars
in my ears, like a savage waterfall
Silence a memory and fantasy
Enervated by broken microsleep
I see far ahead, a lighted tunnel
When a tranquil slumber will notice me
Sil Hattaavah 