18 February 2015

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

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