when counting sheep is futile

Lying in bed playing games on my phone
Can’t rest beside you and can’t rest alone

Heavy eyes wait for the meds to kick in
Spiralling mind lets the crazies begin

Constant cacophony rings in my head
Sick in my guts is anxiety’s dread

How do I settle and how do I sleep?
Stillness so rarely a treasure I keep

When fatigue finds a precarious foothold
Nightmares can still leave me quivering cold

Day will still break on my stupefied brain
Even as I finally doze off again

One day this tightly wound self might release
Not until then will I truly find peace

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