Tossing and turning
Thoughts running through my head
Wanting to turn them off
Give me some melatonin
Instead of counting sheep
I count the cars that pass by
Shutting my eyes for them
To end up wide open
Deep breaths turning into something more
Maybe if I let it happen I'll end up
falling fast asleep
Screaming into my pillow
for sleep to come
Give me some melatonin
Morning is about to come
And not a wink of sleep
Coffee is my best friend
Cup after cup
Barely getting by
Night comes again
Hoping To get some shut eye
This time
YOU ARE READING
Just Fine
Poetry"Fine doesn't mean fine. The scale goes: great, good, okay, not okay, I hate you, fine" - Max Black, Two Broke Girls
