My mind will not shut off at night
The words and scenes are so tight
Yet try and try as I might
I cannot sleep it's not right
In the darkness without sight
The stories play and it's a blight
For the next day on society, I am a fright
Words tumble and jumble in my brain
They run and flow like a freight train
Awake through the night, I will remain
Ideas and tales are born so how can I complain
I try and push them into dreams in vain
As the moonlight starts to wane
And the sunbeams dapple my windowpane
(c) Theresa Jacobs 2016
