Joys Of Insomnia (May 9, 2016)

Weary

My tired brain

Tries to focus

On the task

At hand.

As my fingers

Keep on missing

Their proper keys

To type.

Creating

One huge dyslexic

Puzzle

To decode

And unscramble.

Do I

Move the mouse

Over this mess

And delete it?

Or

Save it

For a later time?

By attempting

To apply

Some sense of order

To brain-fogged creation

Of mine.

As I hear

My pillows calling

Like the Siren

Of Greek mythology

To my bed.

Shall I surrender

Any hope

Of a night's rest

Is gone

For tonight.

Cursing me

To another night

Of a brain

Stuck

In overdrive.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: As a child, I've experienced, a chronic problem, of falling to sleep, which has worsen, over the years, with the PTSD flashbacks, and 3 feline companions, who want my love and attention, at the oddest hours. A good night's sleep, means 6-7 hours of uninterrupted rest, if I'm lucky.