Tossing, turning endlessly.
Sleep still keeps evading me.
Restless mind, constant thoughts
That my past attempts to haunt.
Tired, I roll over and
Wearily look at the clock.
Well past midnight,
It reads of 5 o�clock.
Upset at my own pathetic ways
Thinking aloud �Damn, why every day!�
Had planned for hours more,
But in my sheets there remains a war.
Another tired day to come
Simply keeping me more numb.
Fucking hell here comes the sun.
Sleep�s too late, the night is done.
Endless torturing myself divine.
Yet, still I sit here and whine.
My world is not so very fine.
Erasing the last of resting time.
Tossing and turning again
In my softened dorm bed.
I turn again hoping in time
One position will work fine
If I can make my bones relax
My mind will find the sleep it lacks.
Copyright �Julie Holmes