Poetry

Haunting would be Dreams

written by: Sweet Insanity

As my would be dreams haunt my thoughts
and I think If only my third hour
of fighting with my pillow would pay off

Listening to your light snores
normally lulls me to sleep
tonight is not like any other night

tonight the sound of the clock hammering away
dueling with the heater is bringing thoughts to my head, violent thoughts... thoughts of some batting practice and then silence

If only my mind could stop projecting all the might be's and what if's into the room like a bad 1920's movie, in slow motion and with an eerie tint

As I contemplate which annoyance in the room is driving me closest to the edge
I realize another hour has obnoxiously banged away

It's amazing how a fear of failure
Can cause you to be a failure