When the night comes
I dread lying down
I know that I cannot rest
My thoughts are racing now

I think of this and that
Jumbled contemplation's of the day
Panic over dishes piled up in the sink
Spinning round my head

Incessant images talking to my brain
Words and whispers
That do not make sense
Swirling round and round
I only want some peace inside
And the chatter to stop now

Juliet Wilkerson  © 1998