Even though his eyelids close,
and his breathing slows down;
his pulse drops too,
there's an invisible frown.
That mind is still cranking,
even when he sleeps,
he doesn't dream,
he's in very deep.
A question; a thought,
throughout the day unanswered,
a life lived too short,
yet still his dreams are cancered.
Why all this turmoil?
thought, analysis and clue,
his eyelids open,
the irises dark blue.
Author notes
my horrible curse of thinking while I'm falling asleep.
Written April 6th, 2006
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Don't worry about it. Take your time returning the favor. I know what it's like to be busy.
~Amanda~
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Hey, thanks for all the support. I really appreciate it. I wish I could return the favor sooner, but currently I have only enough time to reply. I promise I'll get to your poems soon!!!
ProdigalPoet -
Well I think you've discovered my terrible curse as well. It's horrible when you can't stop your brain from running all the thoughts through your head while you're trying to sleep. I go through it every night and it's awful, so I can definately relate, and sympathize with this. Wonderful write. I really enjoyed this.
~Amanda~
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