by Erin Pflaumer
Proper sleep is what my mind craves.
I either get too little or too much, there is no in between.
The nights I get too little are because my mind is like waves.
Thoughts will come and go as they please.
The nights I get too much are because my mind goes to the grave.
Cold and dark, my thoughts seem to freeze.
There is hardly a night where my mind chooses to behave.
I don’t know why I can’t sleep.
Am I unable to be honest to myself?
Why can’t I figure out the reason why my thoughts seep?
I feel as if my mind will manifest itself,
And turn into sheep.
With all the dark thoughts being counted one by one, as to inconvenience myself.
Maybe, one day, I will figure out why I can’t sleep.