Sleepless Nights, Empty Stomachs.

I toss and turn, but sleep won't come, My eyes are tired, my mind undone. The clock ticks on, a constant hum, And still I lay, a restless one. The night grows long, my stomach growls, But food seems far from my desires. My appetite has taken fouls, And hunger pangs are all that fires. I try to eat, but nothing tastes, My senses dulled by lack of rest. The day drags on, my mind in haste, As weariness becomes my guest. I know I need to rest and eat, To fuel my body, clear my mind. But for now, I can't find the beat, Of a peaceful sleep, or meal to find. So I will wait, and hope for rest, And pray my appetite returns. Until then, I'll do my best, To cope with sleepless nights and stomach burns. Your man 25