We toss and turn we watch tv we read a book have countless pee's the night is ours no blissful sleep the truth be told I could now weep.
There is no comfort for us now the pain it tells upon our brow.
And as the night goes dark and still all we can do is will.
We will for rest a painless bliss and wish for sleep that we do miss.
But as we lay here in the dark the pain a dagger in our hearts.
The spidery shadows across the ceiling the light the dark night is now stealing.
We pray for sleep as dawn is rising the pills are popped be still our crying.
A car horn beeps a letter posted it's time to wake but were exhausted.
we shut our eyes a minute longer at last to get some silent slumber.
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Author:
HeatherBee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem that i wrote because I have a lot of trouble sleeping with my arthritis.
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Certainly can identify with that.
Good write and read. Hearherbee.
Thankyou.
Great writing HeatherBee! I do have arthritis but I am one of the lucky ones who can sleep right through the pain. The hurt starts after I get up, but goes away after moving around a little.
I so envy you sleeping though iv forgot what that's like I think because it's in my spine I can never find a comfortable position for very long with out the pain disturbing me.
Real, measured and described, your poem. I have more than a nodding acquaintance with just such a night; quite a few, in fact.
You write what you know is what they say thankyou.
Such a shame about your pain, I feel so lucky as I normally sleep quite well and am grateful for that.
Good words Heather.
Andy
yup, a good depiction of a very common problem in this unending 'age of anxiety'
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