Poetic Therapy

it is 2:00 A.M.
no more exams
yet i am in a mental jam
unable to get into NREM

i'm laying in bed, dejected
composing thoughts in my head
thinking of what i should have said
but instead, neglected

reasons being sought
a lot of dot-dot-dots ...
caught in this tornado of thoughts
by tomorrow, will they be all forgots? or not?

now i'm spending this time
thinking up rhymes
combining all kinds of lines
so my mind's whines may decline

suddenly, i see that this may be
the key, the very way to help me
for my days feel dreary and i am weary
hopefully, this may be my therapy

alas, there's still a problem
while i am ending this poem
it is 3:00 A.M.
damn