Helping me sleep

I sit sprawled out in my basement
life's problems making me a wreck
mother yelling a word i can not hear
brother complaining so he doesn't have to move
life looking like it wont get better
only escape is technology...

then the phone rings
a voice i had been waiting to hear all day
a voice that brings me back to the good side of life
a voice that helps me sleep at night...

everything could be wrong that day-
but at the end of the day, i can fly in my dreams...

This poem is dedicated to the voice of my boyfriend- Steve