Tossing And Turning Poem by Frank Pulver

As I lay here covered in sweat
a sleepless night that I wish I would soon forget.

My thoughts of you leaving me drove me insane
Even I know these dreams of you are not real, I still wish you were there to tell me your name

It hurts me as I lay here wide awake
I wish that you would answer me for God's sake

Damn, it hurts my soul as I lay tossing and turning
Causing my soul to feel the sensation of burning

I can't wait to end this sleepless night
Although I know that you are not real, I wish you were here to hold me tight.

I'm glad that this night is now over, and I see it as a temporary sign of relief
My dreams of you will always be here for my soul to keep