The tiredness creeps in again
Leaving me with nowhere to begin.
I sit with eyes heavy laden
Longing for sleep, a haven.
Waiting for the night
I sit in such a fright.
Sleep just will not come
My mind is still undone.
09/25/1977
Author's Note: I had a troubled youth.....
Posted on 12/28/2007Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
