Katy C Poet Free verse

Insomnia

I lay in bed,
And stare up at the ceiling
That I can not see.
I sigh,
And get out of bed
To wander down the dark hall.
I reach the kitchen
And open the pantry;
Stare for awhile,
Then close the door:
Bad Habit.
I wander around the house silently,
A ghost in the present,
And circle back to my room.
I close the door,
Then tiptoe back to my bed
And slip under the covers.
I stare up at the ceiling
That I can not see
And try to drift
Off to sleep.

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Carol Sunshine Brown June 22, 2010 at 5:13 AM It is a pleasure to be reading your poetry this morning Katy. Wishing you a wonderful day filled with an overload of inspiration. Hoping you will challenge yourself to use all the inspiration which you may receive today. Love, Carol

Dakarai Cobb June 21, 2010 at 12:13 PM i love the way that you capture the subtle agony of having insomnia. i suffered from it for a while, so i can appreciate this poem. good write. keep up the good work.