Lying in the dark room
eyes closed, waiting for the lull of sleep
my mind races
random worries about future events
and nagging thoughts about the now
did I lock the front door?
is the hob turned off?
Embarrassing incidents
from a decade ago
replay and haunt my exhausted mind.
My mind is like a television set
that will not switch off
despite the plug being pulled,
the volume is loud
enough to keep me awake.
I roll onto my side
tutting, huffing, stuffing the pillow
up under my head
slowing my breathing
and then it happens
sleep comes to me
the visiting angel,
the night breeze
ruffling her feathers.
The needle of sleep
drifts through my grooves,
I give in, dancing to its tune,
unclenching my fists.
Then the morning alarm goes off
and feeling more tired than
when I went to bed
I get up and head
for the shower.
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Author:
Tom Dylan (
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Nice one. It's extremely relatable
Thanks for your comments. I couldn't sleep the other night and tried to get it down in a poem. Cheers, Tom.
It can help if we tell ourselves when getting into bed 'There's nothing more we can do about x, y, z, whatever until tomorrow; so just for now I will get to sleep'.
Getting enough hours sleep too?
Thanks, Orchi. Appreciate your comments. 🙂
I've had many a night like this, and you describe it perfectly. Good one!!
Thanks a lot, Bella. Appreciated. 🙂
As you have written Tom...Know it as well as you have described it which is too well.
Only solution for me, when it works, which is sometimes, l almost physically block all thought (real effort involved) and focus on the patterns appearing against closed eyelids...
Thanks, Dave. Appreciate your comments. I tried to get down the pain of not being able to sleep. Cheers, Tom. 🙂
Those nights happen Tom when you have something on your mind which stops you sleeping, but sleep will come eventually.
Andy
Cheers, Andy. Thanks a lot for your comments. Thanks, Tom.
Been there, done that and wore the mattress out .. just be sure you are not alone .. Neville
Cheers, mate. Really appreciated. 🙂
A story I know so well Tom. Seems like hours you lie there awake. Then all of a sudden you wake up and realize that you did finally get to sleep. But now you have to get up for work. Sometimes when I can't sleep I'll get on the computer and here in MPS. An hour and a half later I'll go back to bed. Usually works for me. 👍
That's exactly it, AP. I must have eventually drifted off, as I wake up in the morning. I usually try listening to the radio, talk radio, on low and try to nod off. Cheers, Tom.
Very relatable. I hate nights like that.
Thanks, Thomas. Those nights seem to last for ever. Cheers, Tom.
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