MY MIND WON'T LET ME SLEEP

It's six o'clock in the morning,
My mind is turning over ticking.
Think that it's quite sickening,
That it won't allow me to sleep.

I can hear the wind calling,
When I should be snoring.
I find it rather boring,
That it will not let me sleep.

The cogs keep worring,
My brains still working.
It's enough to make me weep,
That it won't allow me to sleep.

Will I ever be in that Eternal sleep?
I really don't know.
When it's my time to go,
My mind won't let me sleep.

I've tried counting sheep,
Every time I hear them bleat.
No matter how I try,
I just can't get to sleep.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-01-27 at 07:29

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice poem. My wife is an insomniac so I know about this. Me, I just take my meds and eventually drop off.
2025-01-28


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I take it the sheep didn't work then? Reading works for me: I think it is the repeated eye movements from line to line that has something to do with it. Anyway, Alan, you describe self inflicted insomnia pretty well. Blessings, Allen
2025-01-27