Tonight, for once, I lay down
with no worries to suppress.
But now, it seems, I miss the
aggravation and the stress.
I can't sleep to save my life,
I just turn and toss.
Could having peace of mind
really be some sort of loss?
Maybe fear, uncertainty,
and even desperate prayer
provided me with comfort
like a care-worn teddy bear.
Perhaps I'm over-thinking this
and I should count some sheep,
or take half of an Ambien
and get myself some sleep!
June 13, 2013 at 12:37 am
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