The Put Me to Sleep-er

There is more happy than sad.

I've made lists and counted,

And when the numbers are all in,

The good outweighs the bad.

I can't sleep right now,

And when I can't sleep, I think.

I am stuck all alone in my clustered head

With my scattered thoughts.

The rest of them sleep peacefully.

I hear the rustling of covers and feet rubbing together,

The occasional groan and snores.

I hope they have pleasant dreams.

I'm just thinking.

Right now I am thinking about why I can't sleep.

I am happy.  I feel peaceful, tired even.

Why does sleep evade me?

I want to turn off the thoughts.

I want to sign out and shut down,

But I can't;

I'm a mom.

I'm a wife and I worry.

I worry about the future,

And I worry about now.

I worry about how tired I will be tomorrow.

I am thinking, but I can't think straight.

The direction of my written thoughts is unclear.

The direction of my subliminal thoughts is sporadic.

I'm beginning to feel dazed, sleepy now.

I think I just bored myself to sleep with this empty poem.

Good night.