Trouble Sleeping

Trouble sleeping, just tossing and turning--
My mind is racing with losses and worrying--
Worrying about what I forgot-to-do-yesterday...
Worrying about what I should-do-tomorrow-- I try to pray--

Lord I'm carrying such heavy burdens here--
I'm worried about my daughter--
I'm worried about my mom all alone--
I have flashbacks of what happened way-back-when,
       again, again, and again...

Trying to sleep and finally pass out--but it's more like a catnap--
Then it starts all over again and again: the panic attacks.
Wide awake I stare at the ceiling and my mind is reeling,
I reach again for the drugs but they're not appealing...

There's got to be an end to this crazy cycle of pain and agony:
Dear Lord, please help me, I'm just so, so tired, please set me free...

       please...

For Jeff, a co-worker.

--by bro. tim pickl 
Wednesday October 17, 2007 A.D.

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