When Can I Sleep

It’s not enough to close these eyes,

And turn off all the lights-

Because my thinking doesn’t have an off switch,

And darkness brings the fights-

The worries march forth,

With the “what if’s” next in line-

Row three is that anxiety,

With hurt and anger flaunting flashing signs-

Scenarios play out,

From then and now and not just yet-

Wounds ripped open new ones formed,

And hopelessness has now adorned-

Tired would be my friend,

If solid sleep I got-

But instead I’m ragged and thin,

From the lack of peace I sought.

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