When I turn to look at the clock,
I am wondering when the pain of insomnia will ever stop,
Body tired mind restlessness increasing,
All I am looking for is a little bit of easing,
Will I ever feel the solitude of not a single thought,
So that I may rest in peace with my dreams that be sought,
Tossing and turning as each minute passes by,
I await the moment when time will just die,
Now that I start to finally fall asleep,
My thoughts leave and my dreams are what I keep.
Restlessness is rough… esp. when you have to wake up for work the next day. 😀 Nice flow of the poem there, Tone.
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Thanks, really appreciate it. I wrote it while I was having trouble sleeping the night before.
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Reblogged this on the cat's meow.
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