At this point, I’ve been awake since zero-dark-thirty on Monday. Based on my last post, that means that this one also technically counts as Day 6. Then again, maybe I’m just a little sleep deprived and punchy.  Either way…. here goes nuthin’.

On Insomnia

I wish that I could sleep each night,

Like normal people do.

It’s not that I’m not sleepy, no,

My brain would sleep it’s true.

 

But oftentimes when I lay down,

To sleep I am betrayed.

By aches and pains and bathroom trips,

Each petty thing displayed.

 

In just three hours, my back will say,

Of rest I’ve had enough.

And if I say, I would sleep more,

The back pain says, “That’s tough!”

 

That all assumes I get to bed,

And am not bathroom bound.

There’s nights when I so often run,

The bedroom’s never found.

 

Or then again I get to bed,

Sleep favours me once more.

Yet fate will not allow such peace,

My dog bangs at my door.

 

My restless legs, or restless wife,

Sometimes my restless brain.

Something is always waiting there,

To wake me up again.

 

So wish me luck, for now I’m off,

Once more to try to sleep.

Come Sandman now, grant rest to me,

That’s long and sweet and deep.

 

This is my prayer most often spoke,

Far more than all the rest.

Of all the things I seek in life,

A proper sleep is best.

 

Cheers, Winston