In my son Kyle’s world, all poems have to rhyme. When I go to write it just comes out that way.
The other night I had total insomnia. It happens from time to time. I took pen to paper and filled some of my wakeful night with this…
RESTLESS
I find a pillow to lay my head
And glide into the sleepless bed
Roving pillars in the winding mind
Won’t stand still or drift in kind
The restless state holds me to a mast
Taking me through a play miscast
The dark night is an endless day
Respite fails me, awake to stay
Let this mind and body recoil
Rest it deep into the soil
Revive me at the morning light
To live the day with no left spite
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