Sleepless Nights Poem by Sedale Salera

The hours pass by as I attempt to fall out of my wake
It’s very difficult for my nocturnal phase to escape
I don’t drink coffee, do drugs, why can’t I sleep
In the mirror, the bags under my eyes make me weep
The joints in my body grow sore, head begins to ache
My slumber is essential, for my own sake

I lay there in bed, counting sheep won’t work
I must sleep, since under my bed are where the monsters lurk
My state of mind begins to frighten me, am I going crazy?
Noises start arriving, things go bump in the night, I’m wary

Family and friends are concerned about me
Their help is not needed to make me free
It’s been so long without dozing off; it’s not good for my health
All these sleepless nights, why am I doing this to myself?
I pray eventually that I will produce some Z’s
Aren’t the Gods in the skies hearing my pleas!

Losing my mind because of my condition
It’s been three days now without redemption
Head starts spinning, I hope that it’s not what it seems
Unfornutely it is, I collapse, why isn’t it a dream