It's a starry night,but a lonely one for me.
The house is full,my mind fuller
With uninvited guests, loyal to me than most of my friends.
I sit and have a chat with them, throwing questions at them:
When are they planning to leave,
or
Will they ever?
They don't crawl up under my bed or pillow. I don't have to struggle to find them.
My demons are good to me.They pop up right in my head from nowhere, just before I am ready to close the deal for the day.
Like a cat waiting to pounce.
They twist and twirl and have a gala time in my head.My body dances along with them too.
When all I want is to lie still and sleep.
I don't mind if they find shelter in my messy head. I am generous that way. But at least tell me the purpose of your visit?
Even guests come with a list of hidden reasons.
I toss on my bed in each direction and try to quickly seize the moment when my eyes droop a little.But before I do that,they are back again. To take me far from my sleep.
To take me to a distant land I don't want to venture.
I have counted the sheep and the stars,
Still can't count on my sleep.
I filled a blank screen with few words,
Will someone accept this as my application to sleep?
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