Insomnia

Sleeping don’t come easy,
Insomnia attacks!
I’ve counted sheep, I’ve had a weep
But still I can’t relax.

Sleeping don’t come simple,
Restlessness invades!
It then devours the wee small hours;
All hope for slumber fades.

Sleeping ain’t so basic
When your mind’s like mine.
A trackless train, a fucked up brain,
Quite tangled by design.

Sleeping ain’t plain sailing
When the hull, it leaks.
A sinking boat that just won’t float
Whilst cruising up shit creek.

“Sleeping”, said The Sandman,
“Is what I give to thee”.
With some affront, the sandy cunt
Forgot to give to me.

So waking is my torture,
I’m feeling quite unwell.
While you all snooze, I sing the blues
And damn you all to Hell!

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Benedict Francis

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