Sleepless Night

I lay in bed waiting for sleep.

Waiting for the numbing embrace of the sand man.

Wishful thinking pictured me a drift in sleep when night fell,

I am not so lucky.

Dawn is coming. My room lights up.

I bury my head under the pillow.

It is a cool safe place.

My mind goes on with thoughts of sleep.

My bed a mess from the tossing and turning.

My eyes burning. All my muscles tense and tight.

Again the sand man didn't come.

Maybe I am off his list.

Did I do something to anger him?



Norealidentity Norealidentity
26-30, F
3 Responses Mar 13, 2010

u r a beginner as i think <br />
<br />
u have to read more poems<br />
<br />
and take care of your rhyme

(three days) I beat you :P

ive not dozed of yet either.[[8am]]