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Sep 2015
It had been over
3 hours since
going to bed.
And sleep came easy.

When 3 AM rolls around,
my eyes are open,
and my brain
seems to be slipping into overdrive.

Tossing and turning
staring at the dark
of the night
as I wrestle with sleep.

Getting up
to pace the floor
looking for my allusive sleep.
It's back to bed an try to rest once more.

It's no use
the thoughts are racing,
the eyes are open
and the brain is on overdrive.

So in reality,
it has come to the point,
the facts are in,
my night of sleep is at an end.
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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