The lights are low;
my bed is warm;
my mind is slow
but my eyes aren't drawn.
Why can I never sleep?
It seems that when the moon is bright
that's the time I get thoughts so deep.
Sleep is my enemy, and I'm losing the fight.
I don't understand how my mind is racing
under the covers in my dark room,
I have so much energy I could even start pacing!
Just praying and hoping I can get to sleep soon.
Maybe it's stress
I just need to unwind
I wish I could think less
but try telling that to my mind.
Writing helps though,
to let out all my worry.
It's a way of letting go
though sleep doesn't arrive in a hurry.
I've killed 30 minutes
but sleep is still being evasive
I've almost reached my limits,
at least I've wasted time being creative.
Lights are low;
my bed is warm
maybe consciousness will soon go -
I want to sleep before dawn.
~E.Y.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
The lights are low;
my bed is warm;
my mind is slow
but my eyes aren't drawn.
Why can I never sleep?
It seems that when the moon is bright
that's the time I get thoughts so deep.
Sleep is my enemy, and I'm losing the fight.
I don't understand how my mind is racing
under the covers in my dark room,
I have so much energy I could even start pacing!
Just praying and hoping I can get to sleep soon.
Maybe it's stress
I just need to unwind
I wish I could think less
but try telling that to my mind.
Writing helps though,
to let out all my worry.
It's a way of letting go
though sleep doesn't arrive in a hurry.
I've killed 30 minutes
but sleep is still being evasive
I've almost reached my limits,
at least I've wasted time being creative.
Lights are low;
my bed is warm
maybe consciousness will soon go -
I want to sleep before dawn.
~E.Y.
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