Thursday, May 19, 2011


Sleep, why will you not come?
 I spend hours waiting for you?
So tired I have become,
Yet I still wait for you.
Sleep is what I need
And you have forsaken me.
Please answer my plea
And bring yourself to me.
Where are you when I need you most?
It’s as though I am being put to the test.
I feel today’s battle I have lost
And now my body needs to rest.
I await your arrival for hours on end,
I pray you will be here soon.
Although I may pretend
Without you I am out of tune.
The vicious cycle is never-ending.
Tonight and tomorrow night too,
My pleas I will be sending.
Sleep, I will be awaiting you.

 Carol Darlene Owens

1 comment:

  1. For anyone who has ever suffered with insomnia, I'm sure you will understand this poem.