My True Story Insomnia

Insomnia And Me I can’t cope.

It’s not been easy feeling good in the day,

then bedtime comes, lights go out,

I feel so ill.

One moment hot,

next cold, then itching everywhere.

Restless, oh God I hate bedtime.

Hubby sleeps, I toss and I turn.

Millions of what if’s knock on my mind’s door.

God I feel ill.

Even God turns away, oh no he says, not you again.

Next two to three hours later come the leg pains.

That deep arthritis pain in my legs, feet and knees.

Then the arms and hands.

Thoughts come next,

is that pain wind or heart attack.

I try so hard, no one hears or sees my tears.

Just me, and God.

Next is panic, it’s 4.45 am.

I can’t survive on just a couple of hours.

I feel sick.

Try to settle down, sleep hates me.

I do this night after night.

Sometimes I feel unloved.

I tell myself, look, nothing’s perfect.

My husband sleeps, no idea of my tears.

A hug that’s needed never comes,

so I try again tomorrow,

but history repeats every night,

3 hours sleep, doc don’t want to know.

I am sinking in my own tears.

Years roll by, I swim in tears.

Insomnia is bloody damn wicked.

I feel so alone. My true story.