Restless soul 💤 | #Poem

My mind is always seeking peace
Yet my soul never seems to sleep
Not even a wink
It constantly speaks
To give me nothing but grief
That makes me think
When I should be fast asleep 
Else counting sheep

The black coffee mug

Sitting here in the back row
Watching and waiting as events unfold 
Anticipating the wild stories yet to be told
Wondering if the cup is growing mold

The thought of smelling a cup
That everyone’s already touched
Triggers a compulsive tinge of disgust 
But who am I to put up a fuss

Live show & tell writing prompt while at the California Writers’s club meeting.