Anguish Of A Restless Mind Poem by Ros Venn

I need sleep, so I count sheep,
But that don't work, it becomes a quirk
Tomorrow comes quickly, making me feel sickly,
8 hours turns into 4 hours,
4 hours of sleep, I would be lucky to keep,
My brain lacks an off switch, thoughts causing an itch.

I should be asleep, I should be asleep,
I say over and over, wish upon a clover
Next I close my eyes and an wave good byes,
But still awake, awake with so much a stake.

Voices in my head, will not let me go to bed,
Be quite be quite, let not this noise cause a riot.
Thunderous is the sound, like a boulder is round,
Rolling down a street, paved in stone so neat
I cry let me sleep, let me sleep.