Last Night

Quarter past two out to the loo. Back into bed laying my head thoughts come to mind worries to find. Over I turn but still they return. All out of sorts, why do these thoughts infect and spread beyond my head? Stretching my ham I'm seized with cramp. Now in a sweat from pain and threat, when will its grip release me to sleep? With radio on – Aleppo and Homs: Barrel bombs blasting chlorine – chaos -contorting. Communities like ours displaced, distressed, destroyed. A paradox, my conscience blocks. Horror of war opens the door, takes me away from my dismay. Sleep overtakes worry and aches. If only they could come away and leave behind bullets and mines have food to eat, a loo with a seat, to sleep like me at peace and free.