Peace-less Sleep

poem about broken sleep

Peace-less Sleep

There’s a piece of information
floating in my head
that has not yet found a box to rest inside
Wide eyed in the black of night
Like a mother, I chastise in a hissing whisper
“go back to sleep”.
But, the thought, wanders aimlessly
clumsily, bumping into stacks of neatly sorted
and precisely labeled containers
like a drunk
singing “where, oh where do I belong”
in a giggle that threatens to weep
it attempts to knock over a few.
“heeeere? or here?”
Are you kidding me? I sigh. I grumble.
I roll to one side and then back with a huff.
I have no time for this.
Somewhere amid several poorly orchestrated mantra’s
and my conscious attempts to
force silence
I realize
it lays quiet
passed out on the dull gray floor of my mind.
I know it will wake,
groggy and grumpy
to gnaw at me again.
So, I pull it tightly into me
to let it know I’m here
And, breath deep
into a shallow
dreamless sleep