Another Day

Sweeping strokes of ashen grey.

The lovely pallet's burned away.

Landscapes born of burgeoned grace

lost again without a trace.

Wasting days for sanity's sake.

Starry nights spent wide awake.

Crystal dreams clouded opaque.

Mistakes burning at the stake.

Another night sleep can't replace.

Thoughts a pill will not erase.

Just bear it with a smiling face.

Tomorrow's always another day.

At least so they say, anyway.

Author's Note

Just me whining in text about my sleep issues.