Sleepless Night
Sleepless nights and haunted dreams,
Nothing is ever as it seems;
Dead of night, I’m wide awake,
Listening to each breath I take;
A cricket chirps just outside,
As I lay in bed, eyes open wide;
A lonely coyote cries in the dark,
A dog answers back a mournful bark;
And here I lay, fighting for sleep,
Hell I even tried the counting of sheep;
And as the darkness presses all around,
The night time stills, there’s not a sound;
I bolt upright as I struggle for air,
And something moves in the black, over there;
My heart is pounding out of my chest,
As I strain to see my unwelcome guest;
And from out of no where, I jerk awake,
Flip on the light, it was all a mistake;
The terror I felt was just a nightmare;
I look all around and no one is there;
So I lay back down and turn off the light,
And try to sleep for the rest of the night.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011
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