1 July 2012
I twist and I turn, Unable to sleep, Despite closed eyes, And counting sheep.
Something's amiss, And not quite right, A feeling of loss, Just out of sight.
Like an empty void, Refusing to fill, It keeps me up, Against my will.
I sit up and stare, At the empty space, Beside my pillow, So out of place.
I stroke the spot, Where you should lay, To help me keep, My demons at bay.
Please come home soon, Your time is due, I simply can't rest, When I'm missing you.
Trouble Sleeping • Opuss № I