In the midst of the night
I might hear
the refrain
Of the thoughts
that disturb
Oozing out
from my brain.
And then
once they take hold,
I can’t get
back to sleep,
As reflections
begin
That will
pull me down deep.
Scenarios
beckon
Beyond my
control
While anxiety
threatens
To swallow
me whole.
As I struggle
to sink
Into slumber
again,
I write
rhymes in my head
Without
paper or pen.
In the
morning, they’re gone,
Yet I’m left
with the curse
Of
remembered emotions,
But none of
the verse.
