Too tired to get up,
But not tired enough to sleep,
I lay restless and frustrated,
From counting too many sheep.
So I stare up at the ceiling,
At the moonlight in all its glory,
Accepting that I am, once again,
Stuck in Insomniacs Purgatory.
Thank you very much, Tony! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. I visit almost every night as well, and I agree about the "assistance", too. I had a hard time handling the crazy dreams, since my dreams are already crazy. It got weird.
3 years ago
This is amazing. If I had the power to nominate I would. The rhyme is flawless. Short, sweet, and relatable.