Midnight

It’s 12 am is for poets who forgot
to write a poem tonight, cause their mind
is wide awake with to words to write,

It’s late at night and I cannot shut my
eyes, deep thoughts are running around
in my mind tonight

Sleep is a traitor , she is never there when
I need her, lying in bed and my mind feels
as it’s going to explode ,my thoughts are
shouting to me to meditate ,I am wishing
that sleep would come and visit me eventually
tonight

My luck sleep is way too busy for me tonight,
I force a smile knowing she is out there putting
someone to sleep for the night