by Lucy M. Young
Sleep, blessed peaceful sleep,
How it eludes me.
Today and yesterday, 'though gone beyond recall,
Return to haunt me.
Why did I do that foolish thing?
I should have thought before I spoke;
My mouth must open wide to hold the foot
So often placed there.
And then tomorrow looms
With frightening intensity
Before me.
What will I do about the broken promise
Lightly made and easily forgotten?
Which bills to pay and which to leave
Hoping no repercussions may result?
My mind rebels.
What is the use?
Today, tomorrow, yesterday
Are out of my control.
I guess I'll just forget about it all
And go to sleep.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 