Sleep Escapes Me Poem by Lakirra Nelson

Why the sudden change of schedule? I remember getting in bed, head hits pillow and I'm gone. Dreams, well there's none. I sit up at night, thinking of days events. Darkness, no there's still light. Sleep, doesn't come easily. A forced effort, to close my eyes. My mind works immensely.

Is it my minds preoccupied? Doesn't have the strength, to sleep. Sometimes, I hear, escape a weep. Not knowing, could it be me, the one crying. I say not. But that's, me, lying. I see why sleep escapes me. It was not meant to be.