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.