Insomnia Poetry

Yes. The insomnia is back. I seem to suffer it annually around the equinoxes — I suppose it takes my system its own time to adjust to the seasons changing. I usually am at my most prolific, writing-wise, when I go through these bouts. Thought I'd share one of my insomnia poems. And be gentle, please, I'm fragile :)

I want to sleep.       My soul is not quiet. The night wind       Waits outside my door Whispering secrets       In an unknown tongue. I wish       For fairies in my garden. They could       Sing me to sleep, Silence for a while       This everworking mind. (AJ, 1-2004)

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