Sleep Aids
Eyes tired but they can’t find sleep
Brain needs to rest but also to feast
Heart almost quit on this beast
Mouth is closed and won’t make a peep
I gave in and took the klonopin,
It led me to my writing pen
Better that than giving in
What’ll it take to get me a win?
My soul feels empty most times
Others it’s a soul on high
I will spread my arms, pretend to fly
Maybe one day, perhaps another lifetime.