Sleepless, 2:00 AM, my feet burning,
craving ice, massage, attention, caring,
while the city sleeps
and all is dark.
Sleepless, 3:00 AM, waiting for sleep,
reading random pages from random books
on random kindle, with random thoughts
racing through my head.
Sleepless, 4:00 AM, still waiting,
hearing Jay snore, floors creek, faucets drip,
air moving and dogs
howling at the moon.
Sleepless, 5:00 AM, still up, trying to steal
a few hours knowing soon
all chance for sleep
will pass me by.
Sleepless, 6:00 AM, wondering why
sleep has gone, wondering
what I did wrong, wondering
how to get it back.
Wondering if my sleep center in the brain
has atrophied, wondering if depression
has come again to visit, wondering if
I will ever sleep again.
Yes! the clinch for me is the last few words, inevitably, the monsters come to whisper in your ear, seeding their dark thoughts in to my mind, to feed their twisted 'Plaything'.
Heart felt, well executed
A nicely constructed poem. I love the Random verse. Welcome to the Wall
Heartfelt, not helped much by knowing this is our common shared affliction. But at least we can express our frustration, and get our own back through words!