Going Where the Muses Lead Us

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The Match

My mind refuses to let my body sleep.
I pull my pillow around my head,
as if that can hold back forming thoughts.
I toss and turn as they come fast and furious.
Bouncing back and forth across the skull,
like a tennis ball between players.
The body exhausted finally wins the match.
I drift to sleep,
but the peace is invaded by dreams.

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