Insomnia
I lay in bed,
And stare up at the ceiling
That I can not see.
I sigh,
And get out of bed
To wander down the dark hall.
I reach the kitchen
And open the pantry;
Stare for awhile,
Then close the door:
Bad Habit.
I wander around the house silently,
A ghost in the present,
And circle back to my room.
I close the door,
Then tiptoe back to my bed
And slip under the covers.
I stare up at the ceiling
That I can not see
And try to drift
Off to sleep.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2010
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