Unrestful Night

You grieve
for every perceived
slight and aggravation
you ever gave.
You shed
unwelcome tears
for well done kindness.
You cringe
while on the fringe
of too-much-remembering,
of rights done wrong.
You forgive
all those who dig
your shallow grave.
Too kind to live.
For all you save
past deeds remain
right there to haunt you.
I know the feeling,
nothing you do
will close your eyes,
but it’s time to sleep.