I close my eyes, frown a frown and listen to the rain;

My favorite time of day has come, if only for my brain.

My body tosses back and forth as do my racing thoughts,

I cannot seem to shut it off, my stomach goes to knots.

It makes me sick to think that soon the hours will pass by,

And yet my mind is gunning hard and stuck in overdrive.

Every problem and solution from the day my mind will journal,

And when it’s done, it hits repeat as if I were nocturnal.

My mind has yet to grasp the fact that all I want is sleep,

My memories and my future plans I’ll gladly let it keep.

I’ll let it store them all away until I wake again,

For without sleep my brain will fail and let exhaustion win.

But if I sleep I know my slumber bid me only well,

But until then I’ll keep on wishing into sleep I fell.