(Last night spent a sleepness night
then remembered this poem I wrote 5 yrs ago)
A SLEEPNESS NIGHT:
Sleep did not come easily
In fact it evaded me completely.
I tossed and turned so many times
I could hear every creek on the stairs distinctly.
Outside there was the slight breeze on the trees.
Their shadows dancing on the blinds.
So many shapes and sizes
I can still see them in my mind.
I heard the me-ow of a cat
How weird it sounds at night.
I got out of bed to get a drink
Forgetting to put on the light.
I tripped over a pair of shoes,
That I should have put away.
I sprained my ankle, it sweeled up
So back on the bed I lay.
I saw the hands of the clock slowly move,
So I turned it to face the wall.
I should have turned the alarm off
As I was due for an early morming call.
I hobbled to the bathroom,
To get some pain relief.
This sprained ankle of mine
Was certainly giving me grief.
Wearily I climbed into bed.
Feeling drowsy and more calm.
Just as I was falling asleep
Off went the "B****y" alarm.
My swelling ankle had subsided
But still painful I confess.
I hope to get some sleep tonight
Otherwise I shall look a complete mess.
What do you do if you can't sleep?
Perhaps you can give me some tips.
I gave up counting sheep
For most of them were being dipped.
Copyright Yvonne Lewis 2010