~ SleepyHead ~   2 comments




Sleep is a stranger tonight.  I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating the age old question…

Why ?


The questions have no answers

The poem has no rhyme

The song has no music

There is no meaning in the words

The story has no ending…


There comes a time when thoughts are too ambiguous,

A time when words seem totally inept, either spoken or written.

Pictures and drawings are useless.

The mind seems an open book, but with blank pages.











2 responses to “~ SleepyHead ~

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  1. Wishing you a Good Night too
    Take Care…You Matter…

    LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words
  2. Love this. Sweet dreams!

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