Half The Night. Poem by Sandra jacks

Half the night,
i lie awake,
in silent agony,
The other half,
i waste asleep,
the dreamless sleep,
my mind is too buisy to,
sleep.

Half the night,
i lie awake,
my mind,
going a hundred miles an hour,
that's too fast,
for a normal mind,
the pain of a,
sleepless mind,
is nearly,
u n b e a r a b l e.

The other half,
I waste asleep,
Sleep is a waste,
of my valuable time,
it tortures me so,
it,
T o R t U r E s,
me so.