I can’t turn my head off

Sleep won’t come

In the quiet shadows of the night,

trying to sleep is one big fight.

A tempest brews within my mind,

A cluttered storm, unkind, unkind.

Eyes heavy like stones, they plead for rest,

Yet thoughts collide, a ceaseless quest.

Waves of worry crash and churn,

In this restless sea, I yearn and yearn.

Oh, to empty this tangled web,

To silence the echoes that softly ebb.

Each fleeting thought, a flickering flame,

Yet peace eludes, a distant name.

The clock ticks on, relentless, cruel,

While I seek solace, a whispered rule.

“Be still, my mind; let silence reign,

Release the burdens, ease the strain.”

In the depths of night, I close my eyes,

Hoping for calm as the chaos flies.

If only the clutter could find its way,

To drift like shadows at the break of day.

So I breathe in deep, let the tension fade,

In the hope that tranquility will invade.

Empty my thoughts, let the stillness creep,

And in that silence, finally sleep