Again I toss and turn
A million thoughts race through my mind
Insomnia plagues my life
To sleep would be a luxury
One I live without
No rest for the wicked
I guess that is my plight
Tired of the problems
Complexities and strife
Longing just to close my eyes
For just one night of rest
So I write to sooth my conscious
Late into the night
Putting thoughts on paper
Helps relax my mind
When all my thoughts are written
Maybe then it will come
How many poems will it take?
To sleep, to dream, to rest
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License