Trouble with Sleep

A Poem

A prickle,

A pain,

Persistent overactive brain.

The difficulties of falling asleep,

cannot be underestimated.

I wish I could sleep like everyone else,

but too many thoughts rush.

They are not nightmares,

nor blessings,

just ideas about everything and anything.

A fixation, an explanation.

A theory, a wonder.

Buzzing around endlessly.

This tired mortal aches for a good night’s sleep.