Unrestful Sleep
Unrestful Sleep
I try to sleep all my problems away.
But when I wake up they are still there,
sitting on my brain
where I left them last night.
Last night I slept,
but I didn’t rest.
I woke up to unrest,
an unwelcome guest that
barged into my place one day.
It’s kicked its feet up
on my couch and table
for years
This morning when I woke up
I closed my eyes and imagined
The nightfall, even though at my
window are blue skies
Guess that’s enough unrestful
sleep for the time being.
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