I cast my mind about Searching for just one Peaceful memory One image to still A consciousness in turmoil. Befuddled thoughts of anger arise Failed friendships revived Lost loves sought Missed opportunities revisited All conspire to withhold rest. Like a fish bone Stuck in my throat At Friday night dinner I am unable to swallow. To clear the way I twist sheets And toss my pillow. Finally darkness takes me Into troubled sleep Only to be disturbed moments later By a relentless alarm
Poetry is my aeroplane 