To escape the demands and pressures of the day
I decide to close my eyes and lay down to bed
Yet thoughts of the day creeps inside my head.
The voices are getting louder and louder
Mocking, whispering – oh what dread!
Yet even still, the thoughts could not be drowned,
That old broken record player scratching sound.
I tell myself
“focus on what matters most
stop stressing and clear your mind
and leave the worry behind.”
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Writing 101 Poetry: Day 3: Sleep