Insomnia

These days can get so long and lonely; and I cry myself to sleep. I try to think of the lovely meadows where I can finally count my sheep. But my head is filled with empty thoughts and the sheep do no exist. I twist and turn without a wink because sleep determines resist. I can hear the clock tick slowly as every tock runs by. And now my tears match the seconds as if they came from the sky. I roll the covers off my body and get up off my bed; walk around, grab a drink, and massage my tired head. I lay back down and pray to God that at least my eyes will close. I pull the blankets up to my chin and tuck them under my nose. I awaken from my slumber and I look to see the sun shining in the bright blue sky; another night is done. And now I do my daily chores and study for another test. I'll talk to God and ask once more for at least one night of rest.