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
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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