Tired Eye’s That Won’t Sleep
Insomnia is a curse
By Marie381Uk Published about a year ago • 1 min read

I want to I need too but can’t
Eyes That Won't Sleep
Tired and worn, I lay in bed,
But sleep won’t come, it dances instead.
Thoughts swirl like leaves on a gentle breeze,
I close my eyes, but find no ease.
The night is quiet, the moon shines bright,
I wish for dreams to hold me tight.
But here I am, awake and still,
Searching for calm, a moment to chill.
So I count the stars, one by one,
Hoping for sleep before night is done.
With each gentle sigh, I wait and pray,
That soon my eyes will drift away.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.