Tossing and turning
The hum of the clock nearby keeps you awake
You close your eyes; you think..Okay now
Only to find yourself counting time
Counting sheep don't help anymore.
The night crawls along
Your pillows hold no comfort
Your mind is busy busy busy - no rest at all
Soon you hear the morning doves
You wonder if you slept at all
Mentally exhausted; physically fatigued
You turn again as the sun starts to rise
Your head finally finds that one spot
You drift into that twilight long sought
A few moments of blissful sleep finally found
© 2010 22 august/cb
