Tossing and turning in a sea of blankets,
my mind once again on autopilot.
It's 3 am and yet, though I'm exhausted,
my brain barrels on at breakneck speed.
Thinking of lost love and life after death;
wondering the meaning of life, besides of course 42.
Wishing there was a magical spell to switch off my head so I can rest.
When an epiphany occurs!
Might music calm the spirits within?
Soon "The Sound of Silence" is playing softly in my ears.
I can feel my mind start to fade and my troubles melt.
As my eyelids slowly droop, my conscious dissolves into sweet blissful nothing.
Ah, sleep at last!
Thursday, December 1, 2011
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Never been a fan of poetry, but I really like this poem *thumbs up*
ReplyDeleteThanks man! I normally write rhyming poetry, but I figured I'd try something new with this one.
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