inside my mind, where silence eludes
too many tabs open
what am I to do?
thoughts, all at once
tumbling all around
answers not coming
at least, none that I've found
late into night
but there is no change
ideas escaping
and riding the range
next to me, you slumber
but my sleep won't come
tossing and turning
on and on my thoughts drum
no rest for the wicked
well, at least not for me
quiet that escapes
even though it's free
maybe I will nap
a least I can try
a few winks of zzzzz's
for my tired mind
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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