Insomnia

“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?”

― William Shakespeare

The thoughts just cycle,

a continuous din,

and no counting of sheep

can quiet the waves

of faces and questions,

what ifs and what could

have beens, worries

that march constantly,

deafening and incessant

sentries keeping 

you from sleeping.

—C.L. Fisher, September 2021

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