Day 26

Insomnia: A Rhyming Poem

Laying in bed
Can't stop thinking
Unable to sleep
Unable to stop blinking.
My mind is too focused
Thoughts are swirling
Night is passing fast
I feel like hurling.
Why can't I sleep
When others can easy
It seems unfair
It makes me queezy.
What can I do
To fall asleep
Maybe if I stop thinking
I can sleep.
But I can't stop thinking
And that's the thing
No matter how hard I try
My thoughts seem to win.
Until the tiresome night
Reaches late, late, late
Unbeknownst to me
Sleep drags me away.
Too soon I'm awaken
After another fitful night
Not really awake
Quite a sight.
Those who sleep fine
Never will know
The bed is a tomb
For those who can't doze.