Insomnia 2 Poem by Mary Champion

Insomnia 2

Vivid memories -
like photographs collected in the album of my mind.
I flick through them as I toss and turn,
restlessly trying to sleep.
Obsessively I run through the events of the day,
but, however many times I review them,
nothing changes.
Tomorrow I will spend my day with sheep -
at night I will count the memories.

Thursday, March 20, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: insomnia,dreams,memories
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