The photos below have nothing to do with the poem written underneath them. I just thought I'd share what is in bloom here and add a little color to my blog. The bleeding hearts and lilacs are growing in my yard. I photographed the daffodils in one of our nearby metro parks. I hope you enjoy seeing them.
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I think I will fall right to sleep...but I don't.
I think my brain
will quiet down and quit its rant...but it won't.
Instead, it hits rewind so I can hear
every conversation replayed from the day.
It reminds me of what I said,
and of what might have been better to say.
I worry, fret, and deal with regret,
but you can live each day only once.
I fuss and fume about the things,
over which I have no control.
Stop brain, stop! You're driving me mad.
This sleep deprivation is taking its toll.
First, minutes pass,
and then they turn into hours,
and there's no sleep in sight.
Restless; I toss, squirm, and sigh,
trying to wish away
the never-ending night.
My thoughts are rumbling,
chaotic, in a spin.
And just as I finally start to doze,
the alarm jangles and jeers,
"Wake up, wake up. No sleep for you.
It's time to begin again."