Bed Time Poem by Daniel Murphy

A sigh of despair
I let once more.

My thoughts drive me crazy
They make my head sore.

Sleep deprivation is becoming the norm
Images in abundance like lightning in a storm.

Yawning gets me no place
As I lay restless in my bed.

Thoughts are like a dripping tap
I want to bang my head.

The darkness feeds the silence
It gets louder each waking hour.

I keep drifting back and forth
I feel I have no power.

The need for sleep outweighs so much
It's like water to us all.

To quench my thirst I close my eyes
For that early morning call.