A piece of sleep

I try to rest, I do my best. Eyes screwed up tight It’s dark, it’s night Why can’t I sleep? But as I lay there Shrouded in darkness My thoughts creep Crowding in on me The doubts and fears My inadequacy Haunting me Over the years What else should I have done? Where did itContinue reading “A piece of sleep”

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