My pillow is soft, but it’s not too soft
The blanket is tucked round my feet
The room smells like wild flowers after the rain
As I slip sleepily, in the sheets
******
The fan oscillates to the left and then right
The humming sound, a vibrating rhythm
The moon cascades off of the dark window pane
Creating a beautiful prism
******
Yet the sweet peace of sleep still eludes me
My eyes refuse to allow rest to come
My body is begging for slumber
But my running thoughts - will give me none
******
Sleeplessness commands another midnight
Like a beast prowls the darkness to feed
Callously becoming the master
Withholding my sweet dreams from me
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Fantastic piece, and I feel ya.
Beautifully written Kelli and very relatable.
This is extremely calming, love it