Sleepless
Its 5a.m and im up again
Sleepless nights they always win.
I lay down in the silence and darkness
Hoping for a sleep of bliss
I have tried it all,
From warm milk, pills to a stress ball.
Nothing seems to help alleviate
Not even alittle time to meditate
This is my curse from now till the end
For sheep to count its time to send.
Tossing and turning,
While my mind is still churning
Its hot no its cold
This feeling is really getting old.
Well now i feel i can slumber,
But screw counting sheep i forget the number.
poem by Taylor Knapczyk
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