Insomnia

I toss and turn and lay awake Inviting dreams to come and take My mind to some enchanted place Where cares and worries get erased; But no erasing: just a racing mind. I wish and pray for sweetest sleep— Ah, even if a nightmare creeps Inside my peaceful, placid head It would be better than this dread; This dread inside my head: with worse ahead. If I could only stop and rest Imagine how much I’d be blessed! But no: Anguish multiplying, This sanity…stultifying: I think my thoughts have their own ideas. My cheery outlook saddening, And slowly growing maddening— …………………………………………… …While there’s a badness…in sadness, …Is there a…gladness…in…madness? HA! I choose the LATTER! MAD HATTER! splatter