Nothing works, not even counting sheep.
I’m somewhere between asleep and awake
Another night of this pain I cannot take.
When I do drift off I’m plagued by dreams
Violent and bloody I wake up in screams.
It’s tossing and turning all night long
Thinking of all the things that I’ve done wrong.
Ideas for writing projects visit me far too late
I get up out of bed so I don’t disturb my mate.
Questioning myself whether I locked the door
Thinking of tomorrow’s shopping trip to the store
Worrying about money, food and bills
Wishing I could afford those sleeping pills.
Knowing I’ll suffer from this sleep lost
Going thru days in pain is often the cost.
Sometimes when I pray I ask why I’m such a mess
The answer I get is my dear, you have CFS.
Live Humbly, Be Charitable, Live Graciously,