Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Robbed of Hope

What is sleep?  What are its positions?
Right side?  Left side?  Prone with arms in?
   You seem to have lost all intuition

Relax and breathe easy, they all say
You can/t.  Your chin is always in the way
   You shift uneasily from side to side, half-crazed

Insomnia's a form of unjust bail
Left unpaid, it keeps victims jailed
   In storm-tossed bed on sleepless nights
   Robbed of hope and basic rights

A good night's sleep is but a distant dream
Dashed on the shore of muffled screams
   The minutes tick by, agonizing
   Hours upon hour, paralyzing

Near dawn relief comes at last
Blessed sleep arrives when night has past
   An hour or two of drugged slumber
   Then stagger forth, sans sleep, encumbered

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Tom Cunningham September 26, 2018 at 11:38 AM Nothing worse than broken sleep, years of shift work has screwed up my body clock. Tom Gershon Wolf September 26, 2018 at 1:12 PM I'm sorry to hear it, as I (clearly) have it too. It's a real curse, isn't it? Here's to its disappearance!! ~ gw

Jesse Rowe September 26, 2018 at 11:32 AM I can feel the insomnia.. the last word appears to be missing a letter... although I wonder if it isn't intentional to convey the drowsiness.. almost like the end of the poem is being slurred. Actually, I kind of like the typo. Gershon Wolf September 26, 2018 at 1:11 PM Well, thank you for alerting me to the typo ... I've decided to fix it (in spite of your compliment). Many thanks for the encouragement, Jesse. Best wishes, gw