' Where ever I lay my head, br It becomes my home, ' br I had once said! br The soft pillow of my bed br Beckons me invitingly, at the end of br day! br Yet sweet sleep eludes me! br Spiked thoughts emerge br From the depths of the unconscious br mind, - br To torture and torment! br As I lie sprawled on my spiked bed, br Like some old hermit in penance! br Racing thoughts of promises not kept, br Duties not performed, br Love unrequited, br Faces of those I could not come to love, br With hours pass by; as the ticking br of the clock grows louder still! br .....................................................