One… it can’t be <br />Mind twirling and whirling <br />Sleep comes not tonight <br />Words spinning so fast <br />I want it to stop… but…. Wait... <br />No it’s like being fueled and ready to speed <br /> <br />A horse at the gate raring to run <br />One more step to break the ribbon <br />Being a child and not wanting to sleep <br />in fear they might miss something <br />A cat ready to lunge <br /> <br />Quickly Watson bring me my pen! <br />A merry go round of words <br />Catch them if you can <br />Bring them down with a pen <br />Attach them to paper and give them verse <br /> <br />Perhaps a dash of rhyme <br />Keeping it right on time <br />Neither a penny’s worth nor a dime <br />What’s that’s sound…a two o’ clock chime? <br /> <br />Damn this infernal machine! <br />That keeps running when the body wishes to stop <br />I am not sure but Alice… was that a rabbit that just hopped bye? <br />Wearing a vest and a tie? <br />Good gracious I think I am going to cry <br /> <br />Tick, tock the trap went clack <br />He took the bait <br />And left with his fate <br />Running late for a dinner date <br />Meet you at the hand of twelve <br /> <br />Oh why bother <br />Let’s go find Christopher Robin <br />And that depressed jackass… <br />The blue one with a pin in his tail <br /> <br />Mercy me, mercy my <br />They are knocking at the door <br />Dragging a white jacket on the floor <br />Two men there coming to take me away <br />Its time for this to end I do pray<br /><br />Patricia Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insomnia-and-the-poet/
