Insomnia

Tossing and turning in my bed

Counting sheep in my head

Forlornly staring at the ceiling

Sleep just ain’t coming.

 

The monotonous ticking of the clock

Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock

Exacerbating my sleepless misery

Eyes wide open feeling so weary.

 

Hours have gone by

Soon I will be kissing the night goodbye

Oh, why must you torture me so

Insomnia my dreaded foe.

 

My body yearns for sweet rest and sleep

But you torture me like a heartless creep

Pushing me to the verge of lunacy

I humbly plead for your mercy.

 

Into my mouth I pop a sleeping pill

Out of desperation rather than looking for a cheap thrill

The pill slowly takes its toll

Just as the roosters start to crow.