I Can't Sleep

I can't sleep.

The blood is running too quickly in my veins,
The world is spinning too slow,
And my mind is a lightning storm.
My skin crackles and pops with electricity,
and every movement is a spinning dynamo.

I can't sleep.

I'm seeing everything and nothing all at once.
The ceiling has nothing to show me,
Still I can't take my eyes off it.
I watch the shadows shift and change,
Soon they will disappear completely.

I can't sleep.

I count sheep, I breathe, I pray,
A million words fill my little head,
They give me no rest,
They have no order or structure.
I foolishly hope that sorting them will bring me peace.

I can't sleep.

There is too much nothing to do,
Too much everything to think of,
Too much I might miss out on.
It is a barrage of never ending thoughts,
That relentlessly attack my reverie.

I can't sleep.

No rest comes my way.
Distractions fail me.
No efforts seem to summon the sandman,
No quiet books, glasses of milk or soft sweet music;
Nothing helps me find my way to the land of nod.

I can't sleep.

The morning sun stings my eyes.
I rise because I must.
And no matter how long I stand under the warmth of the shower,
The beating water cannot replace what I'm missing.
So I hope that tonight, maybe tonight I can sleep.