Poem
It's late yet I can't seem to go to sleep tonight
I can hear plenty of sounds
the wind blowing , croaking frogs and cars going faster than the speed of light.
All I do is toss and turn alone in my bed
staring deep into my dark room
as thoughts flood my head.
Still I toss and turn until I end up on my back
half tangled under sheets and blankets
as my room floods to black.
Maybe sooner or later I'll just close my eyes
patiently waiting for another day
and a morning filled with a perfect sunrise.
Monae' Doyle
1 comment:
I like this a lot. It really resonates with me a lot right now because I feel so stuck I guess. I also have a lot of trouble sleeping. Great poem :)
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