SLEEPLESS NIGHT

 

I lay in bed quite restless

In a measure of distress

Uncomfortable in my nightdress

And I started to obsess

 

Why was the sun an absentee?

Then quite suddenly

At half past three

It dawned on me

SLEEPLESS

 

How awful is insomnia

I can only imagine

I don’t suffer myself

As soon as pillow meets head

I sleep like the dead

 

My wife suffers terribly

She just can’t switch off

It’s like her very own

Rolling news programme, she said

News 24, all night in her head

SLEEP DEPRIVATION

 

I lie awake in the wee small hours

Unable to just drift away

My mind is constantly replaying

All the events of the day

I’ve tossed and I’ve turned

I even counted sheep for a bit

Now I find my foot has gone to sleep

And I long to catch up with it

THE ASTI

 

I think I am no ordinary man

Which begins my monologue

I am Dyslexic and an Atheist

But to complete my catalogue

Now I am an Insomniac as well

And I no longer sleep like a log

Instead, I now lie awake at night

Wondering if there really is a Dog