Night is still. Quiet.
The moon keeps watch,
clouds linger,
and I’m staring at the fan.
I close my eyes—
sleep refuses to hold my hand.
I swallow the pills,
but they spill the truth:
I can’t sleep.
Why?
Am I sick?
Is my head aching?
Or has my bed soaked too deeply
in my tears
to take me to dreamland?
They banging on the door
thinking I am tying a rope
on the fan
who's gonna tell them
I am already choking in tears
1, 2, 3, 4…
They say counting helps.
Not tonight.
Baa baa black sheep…
Maybe a lullaby will.
Or maybe not.
The one who stole my sleep
must have forgotten to return it.
Or maybe he will—
but when?
on this ground
or somewhere in the clouds?
Google
hey how to sleep ?
remove a problem from your life
who is problem but ?
me ? or my life ?
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:04 PM UTC
Night is still. Quiet.
The moon keeps watch,
clouds linger,
and I’m staring at the fan.
I close my eyes—
sleep refuses to hold my hand.
I swallow the pills,
but they spill the truth:
I can’t sleep.
Why?
Am I sick?
Is my head aching?
Or has my bed soaked too deeply
in my tears
to take me to dreamland?
They banging on the door
thinking I am tying a rope
on the fan
who's gonna tell them
I am already choking in tears
1, 2, 3, 4…
They say counting helps.
Not tonight.
Baa baa black sheep…
Maybe a lullaby will.
Or maybe not.
The one who stole my sleep
must have forgotten to return it.
Or maybe he will—
but when?
on this ground
or somewhere in the clouds?
Google
hey how to sleep ?
remove a problem from your life
who is problem but ?
me ? or my life ?
