Poetry

Mr. Sandman

In the middle of the night
tossing and turning
not a wink turned to sleep
even when I tried counting sheep.
“Where is he?” I cried.
“Oh dear Mr. Sandman,
please creep into my bed tonight.”
Sprinkle those sand
make my lids grow heavy
turn these words into Zzzz’s
turn the darkness into dreams
let me escape this reality.

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