Bottomless Depth

Sometimes, the night is very long-
the mind caught up in endless throng;
a bottomless depth holding fears
the old, the new, tween whirling gears.

A sleepless night- a living hell
of swirling thoughts inside the spell
of things done wrong or left undone-
a bottomless depth of visions spun.

Tossing, turning, begging for sleep
yet, deeper, darker, down we sweep
to solve a problem- answers find,
then turn around and go back blind.

Our thoughts so deeply spin around
but never is the bottom found;
a promise made to lighten loads
as praying for some sleep explodes.

So patient, at our sleep-time gate,
this bottomless depth lies in wait
to shove us into that vast place
and rob us of deep slumber's grace.

angstanxietysleeprhyme

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