Insomnia

Tossing and turning
and flipping sheets over.
Grunting in frustration,
as the clock moves forward.

Mind is spinning
and won’t slow down.
Future’s moving closer,
can’t turn back now.

Time is of the essence,
too precious to be wasted.
Experiences to be had,
and dreams to be tasted.

Counting sheep, so bounty
hoping on a prayer.
Wanting sleep, so peaceful,
but to find it, don’t know where.

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