I' am 17 yrs. old and have been writing poetry since I was 8. I decided that I wanted my poems to be read by others and read their criticism. I love to express myself through words rather than to speak. I'm very shy. I currently live in Georgia, big change if you ask me. I want to be a child psychologist once i finish high school, but writing will always be my love.)
Sleep Escapes Me
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.