Seventh night insomniac
What am I to do?
I thought it was the morning
But it’s only half past two.
I know I should be sleepy
But no, it’s not to be,
I thought it must be morning
But it’s only ten past three.
I really I can’t remember
The last full sleep I had
Last night, and the night before
Were just about as bad
Trying to be quiet
As round the house I crept
Finding silent things to do
While other people slept
I did try camomile tea
I did try counting sheep
I’ve tried a special pillow
But I just can’t get to sleep
I’m relaxed, I’m warm, I’m comfy
But now it’s five to four.
I’ll make myself a cup of tea
-Can’t lie here any more
I’ll write down all the worries
That keep going round my head
And try relaxing breathing
When I go back up to bed
And all the extra hours awake
Just make me feel annoyed
And jealous of the peaceful sleep
That others have enjoyed
Seventh night insomniac
You can’t complain you’re tired
I bravely stumble though the day
And hope to be admired
They say “You’re not insomniac
You stayed awake all night
Just writing poems and drinking tea
Tired? – it serves you right.”