Sleep #poetry

The one thing that will make me weep,

As nighttime comes with a slow creep,

Is hoping I won’t hear a peep,

When I need it most, a good night’s sleep.


I fall heavily into the bed,

Like waves crash into the sea,

But suddenly I’m wide awake,

Not sure how this can be.


I take my pills for all my ills,

To try and calm my mind,

Yet the chance of sleep has run away,

Leaving me too far behind.


I try to read but it’s no good,

My mind that is, no luck,

My brain twists in so many ways,

Unlike the turgid book.


And so I lie and ruminate,

‘Til darkness turns to light,

The tale of a broken soul,

No way to make it right.