Manic Sleep
The world is asleep and yet I lie awake. Thoughts race through my mind. Trying to think good thoughts but they are so unkind. Worrying seems to put me in that place. It's a monster taking over my soul. I feel like I'm falling into a deep deep hole. Ride the wave till it's over. Melting down into a puddle. I try to sleep but all I do is toss, turn and fuddle.
Copyright © Sorsha Holtzclu | Year Posted 2025
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