Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: “Of Insomnia and Sleep” (posted by Sanaa)
Write a poem about insomnia.
To bed per chance to sleep,
then into your head it creeps.
What if, what if not,
tangling your brain into a knot.
If catastrophe comes in mid-night,
sleeplessness will allow for fright.
You turn left, you turn right, still bereft
of shuteye. You try to stretch
your legs out straight, and keep still.
Deep breathing, use your will.
Alas, no quieting noise in your head.
Per chance to sleep? Not in your bed.