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


And salt-stained.

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