Category : Poems

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As soon as my head hits the pillow 
The emotional parade begins
The thoughts range  
From familiar to strange 
From bizarre to extas
 All that my minds eye can see
The bad ones disturbing 
And l’m finally Iearning
How to battle the demons 
When it’s demon hunting season
When they enter my brain 
With their demonic refrain 
I change my thoughts mood
By thinking of food
It sounds like a quirk
But it really does work
The good thoughts  are pleasant
Like a great birthday present 
Make sleeping an ease
Like a cool summer breeze 
The problem exists
When my mind takes a twist
I’m confronted with a picture 
Of a good and bad mixture 
The technique’s the same 
With this mixed up refrain
With the good thoughts I ride
Forcing bad ones to hide 
When they come back
I’ll resume the attack
And send all those demons 
Out- loudly screaming 
To tell you truth 
As I march on this route
I don’t always win
And to my shagrin 
My heart skips a beat 
And that night I don’t sleep 

I now poise the question 
For you writters suggestion 
What is your strategy 
With your sleep -time tragedy