in the quiet darkness of my bedroom
I find myself lying in bed staring
at the ceiling counting imaginary sheep
my mind continues to turn and turn
with thoughts speeding by
I close my eyes willing sleep to come
but she always arrives late
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #224: Walk quietly in my dreams
Ah yes, its like that.
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
Thanks Gillena.
Deleteyes, exactly Maria! my sleep is always late to the party <3
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading.
DeleteIt is strange how sleep seems to finally arrives when the sun awakens sigh
ReplyDeleteYes, exactly. Thanks for reading Truedessa.
DeleteSeems you are not alone in your insomnia. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteIt does seem that way. Thanks for reading Dwight.
DeleteThe quiet of the night does not necessarily bring quiet of the mind. Good poem.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Thanks for reading.
DeleteAnother poem that resonates, Maria! I know that insomnia, although I can go to sleep; it’s just that I keep waking up and have trouble getting back to sleep. I agree with Stew,
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DeleteMy sleep always come quickly... but she tends to leave me too early in the morning.
ReplyDeleteThat happens to me on the weekends when I don't have to get up early. Haha. Thanks for reading Bjorn.
DeleteGreat poem, Maria! I started taking magnesium (Calm) at bedtime, and I sleep like a baby.
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Thank you Yvette.
DeleteI know the feeling. You described it well.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading.
DeleteThoughts racing are the worst. Especially when you can’t sleep.
ReplyDeleteSo true. Thanks for reading Melissa.
DeleteAlways. This resonated, Arcadia.
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