Lost Sleep
Black thoughts, despair
and hopeless plays
swirl helpless around,
disturbing sleepless nights
with darker days
where chilly bones abound,
below sinking skies
tired hearts tend to follow
sweetly and without sound,
thoughts are unclear
sleep is slow to swallow
I'm lost before I'm found.
By Jeanne MacGregor Lahn
This poem was written by Jeanne Lahn on Feb 15, 2007.
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