No dog
in the fight?
No skin in the game?
Is it win or lose tonight,
or is it all the same?
Why fret so?
We should not be
in such a stew
of sleepless nights
with what we know
when worries bubble
in brainless brew.
Why lose sleep
over what if thoughts?
Solutions to problems—
none that matter.
Dreams fill empty gaps
where a mind creates mystery;
a dramatic telling
of the heart’s striving,
yet somehow
still surviving.
A reality set apart,
within each dream
suffering its own malady.
Look both ways with sleepless obsession into endless obscure what ifs.
Sleep in the gaps of neurotic tension.
Sleepless nights? I’ve had my share. I could relate to this poem, Bill. Bravo.
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Thanks, Sue.
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