Insomniac
counting sheep, to get to sleep
racing the sunrise
Mr. Sandman, if you can
sprinkle sand into my eyes
jeepers creepers, open peepers
wide as deep blue skies
toss and turn, comfort concern
no dreams or no lies
R.E.M., I wonder when
even in darks disguise
insomniac, heart attack
sleeping would be wise
a wink, a nod, a sigh, a yawn
still can't close my eyes
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2015
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