I am tired, so very tired,

Tired of seeing days go by and having endless nights,

Seeing nothing, but unlimited sights 

Sleep takes little to no effort so why does it seem?

 I feel as if I'm afraid of everything

As they say, it's as easy as 1...2...3 

I still can't comprehend, I'm stunned to speak,

So I lay there with my eyes closed mindlessly counting sheep

Leaping over and over my head,  yet, nothing seems to be sweet…

As sweet as candy as sweet as love,

 I look at the imaginary stars from up above

But still, I am tired and morally inspired 

To close my eyes and try again because

Nothing… Nothing at all is Something as simple as sleep…

Mariah A Rodriguez,

Katrina Hall, Classroom Teacher

J. W. Churchill, Poet Teacher