Insomnia

Insomnia can sometimes be my friend Its where many a poem begin and end Ideas are hatched – some I’ll even keep While tossing and turning, chasing sleep But insomnia can also be a curse Mountainous mole holes look even worse I dread the morning arriving too soon Knowing my energy will be zapped before its noon But, try as I may, I can’t put her off She invades my body like a persistent cough I lie awake when I should be not That sandman refuses to be caught I have a tired body but a restless mind Relaxation techniques I cannot find My dreams are waiting for me to doze Perhaps tonight – for the sun has rose