Another sleepless night for me,

why won’t my mind set me free?

Awfulized and analyzed,

chewed over and magnified.

 

A fear of failure or a desire to win,

what drives my brain to these sins?

I turn things over and over in my head,

when sleep is really what I need in my bed.

 

The pups are up and in my seat,

looking concerned, but still wanting a treat.

My husbands asleep and snoring away,

he’ll wake refreshed to start his day.

 

I stress, worry and fret

about things of little importance, albeit.

Calm eludes me, no bliss to be found,

believe me I’ve been looking around.

 

I stare at the moon and what do I see,

another obligation looking back at me.

A wasted life will be my fate,

if I don’t get some of these things off my plate.

 

Drink some tea and pop a pill,

these anxieties even they aren’t able to kill.

Sleeps elusive for a worried mind,

tomorrows another chance to turn this tide.

 

Why do I brood, worry and stew,

with my lust for control I guess it’s my due.

It’s another sleepless night for me,

so I write this poem while I sip my tea.