Insomnia Poem by Sana Olivia Hernandez

Counting sheep,
Drinking warm milk,
Has no effects.
It can't be helped.

It's one,
It's two,
It's three A.M

I swear there are things,
Crawling in my bed!

Maybe it's all inside my head.

'Moon, please stay.'
'I want us to wed! '

'Too bad.'
It says,
'You should've stayed in bed.'

Now the Sun exclaims,
'Wake up, Sleepy Head! '
Cheery and high-pitched.

Grumpy,
I reply:
'I am, you son of a-'
*snoore*


-SOH