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!
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Copyright © Anon Umus | Year Posted 2015
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