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I can’t turn my head off

4 years of after Covid

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
I can’t turn off my mind sin Covid

Sleep won’t come

In the quiet shadows of the night,

trying to sleep is one big fight.

A tempest brews within my mind,

A cluttered storm, unkind, unkind.

Eyes heavy like stones, they plead for rest,

Yet thoughts collide, a ceaseless quest.

Waves of worry crash and churn,

In this restless sea, I yearn and yearn.

Oh, to empty this tangled web,

To silence the echoes that softly ebb.

Each fleeting thought, a flickering flame,

Yet peace eludes, a distant name.

The clock ticks on, relentless, cruel,

While I seek solace, a whispered rule.

“Be still, my mind; let silence reign,

Release the burdens, ease the strain.”

In the depths of night, I close my eyes,

Hoping for calm as the chaos flies.

If only the clutter could find its way,

To drift like shadows at the break of day.

So I breathe in deep, let the tension fade,

In the hope that tranquility will invade.

Empty my thoughts, let the stillness creep,

And in that silence, finally sleep

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♿ V+ Marie381Uk

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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    Written by ♿ V+ Marie381Uk