I toss, I turn, I toss, I turn
Breathe in, Breathe out
Forget
about
the world
While others watch it burn.
Feet
are in
Feet
are out
I turn and toss some more, the house a humming roar.
My arms
are numb
and sore,
Remember that thing that happened when you were young?
A pill
or two
or three
Or maybe four? Anything to satisfy a snore.
Your throat
is dry
You have
to pee
The alarm will come and that you can’t ignore.
Close your eyes and try to sleep once more.
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Amos Glade
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Ahhh, those long moments of tossing and turning, the little distractions that keep sleep at bay, and the fight to drift off when everything seems to get in the way. It has a raw, relatable energy to it. ✨
#melastnight Great poem!