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.