Tired

a poem by Skye Kerri- Leigh Bagshaw, UK

Tired but couldn't sleep
It doesn't help counting sheep,
I even over-think and worry about that
It's all too much, my mind is crap.

Memories, just NO,
Thoughts please GO

I don't like that obsessive is my way,
And I don't like counting, listing, tapping all day
But these compulsions have been going on for a while
So after 10 years of it I will wear my mask of a smile.

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