Insomnia Poem

Twisting and turning with bedsheets upon the ground The night is still, with no disturbance or sound A hoo of the owl, a rustle of the trees Darkness for as far as the eye sees And yet, despite everything else being asleep I lie awake, trying to count sheep My eyes are shut tight and my breathing is steady But the weight of falling asleep just feels so heavy I try listening to music, try curling my toes Try changing positions, try breathing out of my nose An hour passes, and I start to see None of these things are working for me So I lie on my back and stare at the wall As my chest slowly rises, then starts to fall The lack of sleep, its turning me in to a maniac But that's just the suffering of an insomniac

This so applies to what happened to me last night! Two hours of sleep. I would add two of my own lines: And then the time comes I finally fall asleep 1 hour passes and now I have to pee