Sleep
Why is it the more you try
The harder it is to sleep?
Some long slow nights can go by
With so little I could weep.
No point in counting leaping
Sheep, or dangling hand in stream.
There is no ready easing
Of the darkest thoughts that beam
At you from the stark nightmare
Of waking dreams and sultry
Sweat soaked bedding that your bare
Flesh sticks to and your desultory
Attempts to relax muscles
Leave you wrapped in bed clothes you
Can’t discard despite your tussles.
Oh for a night of repose.
To arise refreshed and know
The day is spent without those
Heavy thoughts of night in tow.
Dave Urmston c 2017
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