Restless Nights

a sonnet I wrote for s***s and giggles, about sleepless nights, ghosts, and my childhood.

As a young child, long ago,
Sleepless nights were a happier thing.
Listening to my transistor radio
And how romantics used to sing.
Soft linen sheets protected me
From the ghosts of that house.
So far from my modern apathy; 
Sleeping like a silent mouse.
Now I'm sleepless once again,
In a new house and a new bed.
It takes me back to way back when.
To the house where I laid my head.
A sleepless child I am tonight;
But, smiling sleep shall set things right.

By: Torrin A. Greathouse