A little poem

I'm no poet, to be sure. But I wrote this down between last night and this morning. I hope you like it:

The World spins.

I sit, listening to the sounds of the house.

A television show that holds no appeal,

the clickity clack of the dog's feet on the hardwood.

I sigh, and the World spins.

Darkness. Quiet.

I listen to the gentle sounds of sleep.

Which will it be?

Falling gingerly into that beautiful dark abyss or being tortured through an unforgiving night?

I wait, and the World spins.

The dawn ascends.

Laying in my bed...waiting,

for my pain to subside

for my energy to return

for my medicines

for the dr. to call me

WAITING...

and the World spins.

Hello rosie

This was very good. I think writing is a great way to relieve stress. Please post more. We have several people who write.

Rosie, this is a very good poem. I could associate with everything you mentioned in your poem. If this is your first poem please write more and share them with us.

If writing this poem brought you joy or if it helped you to deal with a night that did not allow you to sleep, you certainly chose a positive way to deal with it.