Sleep is such a simple thing
Unless you can’t…
Mind in overdrive
Thoughts racing everywhere.
Full of fatigue.
But still, the mind won’t slow down.
The seconds turn into minutes
Minutes into hours.
Hours you COULD have been sleeping.
SHOULD have been sleeping
But you can’t sleep a wink.
The sound of sleeping is throughout the house…
You’re the only one awake…
Not by choice… not one bit.
Mind’s still racing, a mind of it’s own
Your own worst enemy is yourself.
Every little noise fills your ears.
The crickets are almost deafening
Their chirping is constant…
Is cutting off one’s ears the answer?
Did van Gogh have this same problem?
I wrote this one night when i just couldn’t get to sleep.