Poem: Insomnia


It’s 4am and I’m wired

I know I should be tired

But I really can’t sleep

I’m just trying to keep

My wee mind occupied

…As I wrote that I sighed

I’ve too much on the brain

I don’t quite think it’s pain

But it leaves me pure weary

And occasionally teary

This time I won’t cry

I’ll just wonder why

I can’t sleep tonight

‘Cause it’s a load of shite