I lay me down

Another endless night

Gazing upwards

Staring

The ceiling is my confidant

My old friend

Always there when I need to talk

Silent, yet the profound words ring in my ear

The darkness, my comfort, surrounding me, huging me softly

Helping me hide the dreams I hold


Our debate goes on night after night

'What should I say'

'What should I do'

'What will the reaction be'

'I can't say that'

'You must be joking'

'No, that will sound stupid'

Talking to myself, and answering, my friend the ceiling having an occasional say


Oh why can't I sleep

The day's I'm so tired

I can't concentrate

Thoughts driving me out of my mind

This is crazy

This is madness

This is insomnia

Wise old darkness interupts and whispers, 'this is love'

Good Job
Joe

Nice Joe, very relatable.

Yes relatable (thanks tech).......I know "this" type of sleeplessness!

Bravo Joe!

Very Good!!

I love this.


Wonder.... who is the lucky lady that cause the insomnia.

Very nice Joe.