Sleep when you Wake

there's too much activity in my head

I'm wide awake after midnight

don't look at me I'm a terrible fright

this reality is something I dread

I tried counting sheep and the stars above

but still these damn words I can't get rid of

which is now distorting pleasure to pain

while attempting to relax in my bed

I count the tick tocs before morning light

while watching dawn break a poem ignites

engulfing each of the words as it spreads

from the ashes a poem for me to keep

nothing climatic just simple and plain

eyes closed I hear quiet and fall asleep

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

Alternating Sonnet