Goldfinch60

Night Time Worries.

At the end of the day

My bed calls,

Into it I crawl

Hoping sleep will come.

I fall into that sleep

But then I wake,

Something is on my mind.

The thought of it keeps me awake,

Eventually I fall asleep,

But then I awake again,

And another worry comes to me,

But after a while I fall asleep.

I awake in the morning

Thinking about those things,

Those things that entered my mind.

Many nights I sleep well

And have pleasant dreams.

But then there are those nights,

Those nights where I worry,

Worry once more,

Worry about nothing to worry about.