I cannot sleep and in the haze my mindful thoughts become a maze a trudging search to find some peace i tire quick with no release I sigh and turn and toss right back my head bombarded with attack of nothingness and so much more dear sleep please soothe my brain is sore.


Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Tuesday, October 25, 2016.

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