Searching For Sound Sleep: A Poem

Hi there, I hope you enjoy this short poem I wrote this evening.

Salt stained pillows,

Creases spelling out every turn made,

Every attempt to catch and hold an illusive concept,

Wires whirring somewhere inside, anxious heart

Beats too many times, drum-roll,

Tempo of a cascade of unwelcome thoughts

That exit through the eyes leaving the pillows

Damp;

And salt-stained.

4 thoughts on “Searching For Sound Sleep: A Poem”

Ragazza Triste says:

Jun 9, 2018 at 10:12 pm

Aww. Me every night. 😩

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1. StoryGirl says:
  
  Jun 10, 2018 at 6:35 am
  
  I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m glad you enjoyed the poem
  
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  1. Ragazza Triste says:
    
    Jun 10, 2018 at 10:25 am
    
    I enjoyed it so much. Thank you for putting this out.
    
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  2. StoryGirl says:
    
    Jun 10, 2018 at 10:43 am
    
    You’re welcome 🙂
    
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