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.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/4/2018 8:11:00 AM

Hello Lisle, where are you,that you worry about the war? Have a nice day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/4/2018 1:11:00 PM

War is cruel,killing innocent people and children, it is not fair.

Lisle Ryder
Date: 5/4/2018 8:52:00 AM

Hi Darlene, I am in Yorkshire and lead prayers for Justice and Peace at Holy Rood House in Thirsk on Thursdays. All of us should be concerned about the war in Syria that has lasted 7 years with half a million dead and millions more refugees and displaced families.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/3/2018 2:47:00 PM

Hello Lisle, you need to quet your mind to be able to sleep. you have too much on your mind. have a nice day my friend.

Lisle Ryder
Date: 5/3/2018 3:31:00 PM

I sleep OK, mostly, but the war gets worse.