My thoughts don’t let me sleep
On the bed I crawl and creep,
Trying to escape
But my thoughts run deep.
A transparent sheet of pain
That hugged my heart light,
Was adequate for peace to drain
And gift me a restless night.
I open my eyes, and then close
I curse the powerless me
Over my mind,
Not the life I chose.
Like a cardinal-red chenille of the velvet dress,
Like a drop from the agitated river,
Like a carnation-pink kite in the clear sky,
My thoughts are infamous vagabonds.
Now the cyber-yellow sun leaps over my eyes
And I realize,
The night was like a light year,
Yet my tired cilia needed more
When thoughts were about to depart from the shore.
What the lousy life gave me,
Snaffled the brave me,
Never was cracked a deal on sleep,
And my thoughts still run deep.