I try to chase disturbing thoughts
that want to dance inside my head—
You know, the ones that come to call
allowing you no rest at all?
That 3 am parade of hits
that pulls you from a fitful sleep…
The hauntings of the daylight hours
and uninvited afterthoughts–
postponed, till festering they arise
from the depths where they abide.
Once again, I close my eyes,
it seems that rest has taken leave.
I slowly watch the minutes pass
ever hopeful for reprieve
—another night with no relief.
© Ginny Brannan 2026
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