Waiting for sleep like expecting a train
at an abandoned station,
I wait for it to take me away
to carry me to a better place.

My heart races against the drumming rain
but the rain, it always wins
My eyes are vacant while my head gets heavy
filling up with rain.

Waiting for sleep like waiting
for the solitary mournful whistle
of a distant ship
to become music.

My mind a ****-choked patch of waste ground
that could have been a beautiful garden
but I am no horticulturist
I am only waiting for sleep.

J.Walker February 2020