Driving me to the edge of insanity
1:00 A.M. I'm still awake
Salty tears staining my face
As sleep tries to over take me.
And I push it away.
Soft sheets and fluffy pillows
Toss with me in bed, entangling
Me inside them trying
Ever so hard to comfort me.
And I ignore it.
I hear the wind howling helping
The trees scratch the house
I listen to the rhythmic beat
Of WHOOSH then SCREECH.
It doesn't help.
4:00 A.M. The TV, books, and wind
Have tried to calm me
Tried to put my exhaustion
In a closet and lock it up.
They fail.
6:30. Time to get up
To start a new day
My energy pins me down
But my conscience gets me up.
Will I ever sleep again?
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it
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