I had a thought…it passed an hour ago.
It leaves me reeling in the world wind of
incapacitation. Yet I am still awake and
staring at the black ceiling, listening to
the hum of the fish tank.
No sleep…no sleep…no sleep.
I had a feeling of regret…it passed two hours ago.
I am left with the shoulda, woulda, coulda which
often comes with second guessing your past.
If only I could have a comforting thought but it has expired
for the night leaving me awake and counting black sheep.
My mind can’t focus, laying in the dark, dog at my side, I turn
and bury my face in her fur. Two hours ago I lost my feeling
and three hours ago I lost my thought process but my eyes
are still open and its well past 3 am. The absence of sleep
and thought and feeling creates a numbness that haunts me
throughout my days. If only I could resurrect these luxuries
and stop counting sheep.
No sleep…no sleep…no bloody sleep for me.