No Sleep for Me

The thoughts go 'round and 'round my head,
They never seem to stop.
They crowd out all joy in life
and make me want to drop.

I try and try all night,
to sleep, perhaps to dream.
But in the dark, my thoughts
whirl 'round and make me want to scream.

There is no answer to my plight
I really do not see.
How can I overcome this curse?
Where peace will let me be.

The only outlet I can find,
is to sit and type.
To pour my thoughts out
on a page,
and escape this bind.

So when you see the lights are on
and all the world does sleep.
You'll know that I am digging
to express my thoughts.
my memories to keep.