Most nights, the peace wont come.
They stay up late,
the demons in my head
chattering about important nothings.
My eyes plead, they don’t listen.
They talk loud, about me mostly
my day,that call i didn’t make,the gym,
the boy from 2 years ago, mother, father,..
Toss, turn, toss again
this dance they love.
The sheets will complain at dawn.
Some nights,they let sleep in
tonight is not one of them.