My Sunrise... Poem by Nestor David Armas

I can't sleep
The time ticks
My mind is racing

I can't make a peep
Headphones on playing Hendrix
I can't stop pacing

I hear a knock
I open the door
There is no one there

I close and lock
I'm cold to the core
I'm losing my hair

I can't rest
I can't stop
I've got 3 more hours

Until the day's quest
When I can skip and hop
While I pick some flowers

And I will see her
My sunrise
In the morning

It's cold; brrrr
To sleep would be wise
But I know I'll be tossing and turning…

(11/22/2010)