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Guest Blogger: Insomnia poem by Sandra Kanowitz
Monday, June 10, 2013INSOMNIA
Restless and thrashing
All over our bed,
Compelled to move,
To turn, to rock,
To wiggle and jiggle
My arms and legs.
I stretch and flex,
Then roll and romp,
A horizontal fast dance,
Through half the night.
The other half sleeps.
I’m snoring and slurping,
Wheezing and waltzing,
Through dreams and spells
Of abated breathing, then
Gasping to regain air.
Then the pain starts,
The aching and burning,
Then incessant
fidgeting,
Legs creeping and crawling,
Sweating, then shivering,
Flinging off the hot cover,
Frantically pulling it back over.
Now hunger hits,
My thirst mounts,
In a swift escape,
I’m up and roaming,
Snarfing down snacks,
Quenching my thirst,
Popping more pills,
Massaging myself.
Rhythmically rocking.
Desperation deepens
To end the energy of
Perpetual motion.
My best work I do
Between midnight and two,
Until the pills take hold
And I finally fold.
It’s a nightly ritual,
Sometimes even spiritual,
Once I clear my head
And go back to bed,
Like a quiet little mouse,
Not to bother my spouse
In his solitairy slumber.
Ah, I fondly remember
When we slept together
In peaceful surrender.
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