by | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

I can’t go to bed,
Cause the things in my head,
Make it hard to fall asleep.

It’s like it happened today,
and it won’t go away.
Don’t ask me to try counting sheep.

It’s a part of the past,
They say the memories won’t last.
Times a great healer.

When you’re lying in bed,
They can get in your head,
But only if you go to sleep.


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