A Fragment of a Poem, from a non-Poet

I was just looking through a notebook trying to find my notes from a meeting when I came across this little fragment of a poem that I wrote one night.  It exactly describes how I felt as I lay in bed one night waiting for sleep.

as i lay me down to sleep the fragmented pieces of my self float down like feathers to settle in to rest until i am whole. still. silent. sleeping.

I am not a poet.  This is probably not any good as far as real poetry goes.  Feel free to laugh at it.  But I like it anyway.

 

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