I can’t sleep.
My days breeze by
along with the wind.
They don’t even start
before they end.
I’m caught in a daze
and suspended in this haze
of foggy thoughts
and clouded views.
But when I close my eyes
and try to rest
I’m surrounded by these hues.
These hues- of orange, red, and yellow
are the sunrise of my mind,
telling me it’s time to be awake
throughout the darkness of the night.
It holds me back from falling asleep.
I try to fight it,
but I’m nothing but a leaf of a tree.
A leaf blowing here and there-
Floating through each day’s air.
No regard for where I’m headed,
just going wherever I may be lead.
The trees all laugh
as they are sure where they stand,
but still, we are all the same-
victims of the land.