On these night's I can't sleep
I think, I think, I think.
About many, many things
Then eventually, finally, I
drift off to sleep, though
It takes forever, on nights like these
Sleep is constantly evading me
Ignoring my every whim
I plea, I plea, I plea
but not a sound comes from me
Sleep has shut me out
I knock, I knock, I knock
but it won't let me in
On these night's I can't sleep
I sit, I sigh, I wait
How many words
have I left to say?
To my dismay, not enough
Because I'm still awake
© 2013 Christina Jackson