insomnia


Rest is Nigh

Eyes tired
brain wired
thoughts bouncing off the walls

Pray to sleep
deadlines to meet
but an unquiet mind calls

The drug of choice
a whispered voice
singing a lullaby

To the ears of my spirit
so my heart can hear it
and know that rest is nigh








Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2016-07-28 at 08:31

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Bibek
Been through this. A painful experience.
2016-07-29


Kathy Lockhart
From your heart, soft and vulnerable at the end. Therein lies the lullaby. This moves like one.
2016-07-28