Sleep walks out in a huff
Wide-eyed I stare at ceiling
Thoughts mill, like unexpected guests
My hapless mind flounders
Toss and turn, toss and turn
Night hours stretch ahead
I wait and wait
For fresh lit dawn.
Dreams flee from eye
Like thieves on the run
Fears and tears
Tiptoe along
Dogging footsteps
A hapless mind surrenders.
Toss and turn, toss and turn
Night hours stretch ahead
I’m waiting and waiting
For a fresh lit dawn.
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