Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Can't Sleep

Bloodshot eyes are distracted by darkness
Refusing to close for more than a moment
While a restless heartbeat pounds steadfast
From thoughts in a mind anything but dormant
Silence makes the wall clock thunder
Millions of crickets’ whispers turn to shrills
Unsure hands play love hate with blankets
As the body switches from sweat to chills
A crumpled face begs for sweet slumber
Held ransom by some tickled fiend
With a pinch of sand in steady fingers
Each minute, a stolen dream