Oh look, 3.30 again on the dot
What a surprise
This happens a lot.
Since veering from forty
and nearer to fifty
My body’s gone wonky
And my sleep a bit shifty.
It’s either a night spent awake in a panic
Or starting at 3.30am
feeling manic.
Dragging myself through the mud of the day
And praying for bedtime
where sleep stays away.
Remembering moments from late 92
Fretting and vexing, my mind in a stew.
So sitting and reading to tire my brain
Then back to the pillow to fret once again.
Should I get up
and go do some ironing?
Or should I just lay here
my synapses firing?
Horror, anxiety, whatever the noun
Insomnia’s here and its bringing me down.
Charlotte Scadeng October 2024
