I'm a chronic insomniac. It's mostly mind trouble. Mine wakes up when my body goes to sleep. And, of course, when my body wakes up........where's my head?
Because if I do, junk will invade my head.
I can never fall asleep
I'm not BoPeep,
can't count my sheep.
I sneeze as they pass over head.
In my sleep deprived mind I ponder
Then my mind begins to wander
I float to France
In London I dance
Ride in Italy with Lance
And balloon in the wild blue yonder
I tell my mind to stop and settle down
It comes to attention with a little frown
I make it clear
to go nowhere
stay in low gear
But as I close my eyes I hear a little sound
The air conditioner clicks on
It reminds me of a song
I hum it
and drum it
and strum it
And search for it all night long
Shut up! Stupid brain, Shut up!
You are yapping like a pup!
I wish
I fish
I squish
In the stories you make up
Finally, my mind is tired of the fight
I turn off the little night lite
no more whys
my mind sighs
tension flys
Two hours before dawn I will say, good night
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2008-09-22 at 20:24
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tired
I'm tired so why don't I go to bed?Because if I do, junk will invade my head.
I can never fall asleep
I'm not BoPeep,
can't count my sheep.
I sneeze as they pass over head.
In my sleep deprived mind I ponder
Then my mind begins to wander
I float to France
In London I dance
Ride in Italy with Lance
And balloon in the wild blue yonder
I tell my mind to stop and settle down
It comes to attention with a little frown
I make it clear
to go nowhere
stay in low gear
But as I close my eyes I hear a little sound
The air conditioner clicks on
It reminds me of a song
I hum it
and drum it
and strum it
And search for it all night long
Shut up! Stupid brain, Shut up!
You are yapping like a pup!
I wish
I fish
I squish
In the stories you make up
Finally, my mind is tired of the fight
I turn off the little night lite
no more whys
my mind sighs
tension flys
Two hours before dawn I will say, good night
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
Read 506 times
Written on 2008-09-22 at 20:24
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