Why so elusive? The slumber I need in the bed that I have, it's fading from me like the patience I had.
I've read, I've written, I've taken a bath. Nothing it seems will quicken my repast.
Lights turned off, eyelids wide shut. Slowing my breathing will get me out of this rut.
I punch my pillow to iron out the creases and try to turn over, on my right no sleep either.
Too quiet the room to loud the basement. Without another spoon, this one can't make it.
In the dark, thoughts keep me up. The maybe's and mistakes; will I ever be enough?
Questions I ask of myself and others. only make my mind sharper and the shadows look longer.
No stars comfort, no melatonin will alter, this whitewashed mind that stays up way too often.
Encumbered by nightgowns, no mummy is made. Just myself in this chamber Sandman must be paid.
Stuffed animals and creatures are scattered on the floor, they hold no comfort for me anymore.
Day or night, it matters not. I'll light the lamp, or mimic the sloth.
Just let me sleep, oh let this mind try I'm restless, my thoughtlessness no longer denied.
Under the sheets, over the blankets, my leg curls until I wake up.
Bleary eyed, bushy haired my night rushed by without dream or mare.
Tomorrow and today are one and the same. now rise up. Get up. Don't just lay there.
Wednesday, August 11
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