I can’t sleep
My brain is thump thump thumping
Deep into the night
How can I sleep while my brain is thump thump thumping
It just doesn’t seem right
It just runs sometimes
Like a heard of wild horses
Trampling through the fields
Out of control
But such a beautiful sight
Majesty to watch such freedom
Stampede through the night
I can’t sleep
My brain is thump thump thumping
Deep into the night
How can I sleep while my brain is thump thump thumping
It just doesn’t seem right
There it goes off again
Chasing with a silly grin
A land full of rainbows and magic
Can’t the muses leave me alone
Or come back this afternoon
This no sleep reeks havoc
So I’ll swim through this wonderland
And then hope the understand
That it’s just how art works
I can’t sleep
My brain is thump thump thumping
Deep into the night
How can I sleep while my brain is thump thump thumping
It just doesn’t seem right
I twirl up into the sky
Leaving this world goodbye
Am I now dreaming
Goodness no it’s all aglow
Color deep as indigo
Why can’t I stop painting
Must be creating
I can’t sleep
My brain is thump thump thumping
Deep into the night
How can I sleep while my brain is thump thump thumping
It just doesn’t seem right
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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