The tumbling begins when all is silent.
One right after another rushes to the surface of my mind.
Millions of thoughts come, but I never find answers
This tortures me as I try to sleep.
They are like pesky flies that won't let me dream.
they race,
I can't grasp or make since of one...
yet I hear the whispers every contemplation makes.
I wish my mind would just give me a break.
Instead it becomes a super computer,
searching, the screen flashes behind my eyelids.
I try to turn it off, but this is hopeless.
Eventually exhaustion will take over,
and I will greatfully embrace it.
to be able to rest,
I indulge in the fact that my mind for once is quiet.
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I think everyone can relate to nights like this...very well written ..captures what its like to not be able to sleep very cleverly
Thank you for your kind words
Very good poem. I like though the fact you weren't able to sleep, your mind was at once finally quiet. Hope you got some sleep after you wrote this!
I was able to sleep thanks
Hurts when the mind races uncontrollably. Well done.
Thank you very much
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