11 February 2009

Insomniac's poem

The thoughts around my head do creep,
making it hard indeed to sleep.

I really do feel quite weary,
and my eyes are red and teary.

Try to go back to that nice dream,
not as easy as it might seem.

And just as I return to sleep,
the clock does its thing, beep, beep, beep.


tracie valentino said...

Must've been in the air last night... because this poem is MOST appropriate for today!

Emily Barton said...

Perfect. I know the feeling exactly.