Those frenzied ramblings of the Mind,
Keep me from sleep, they’re so unkind.
My addled brain with thoughts explores,
Why does it wander more and more?
For sleep I must, to refresh my body,
Not just me, but everybody.
But the more I try my mind to clear,
Words race onwards through voice and ear,
Until no more the words do come,
And the writing of this poem is done.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 17 August 2004
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