Insomnia
I haven't been sleeping very well lately. I guess it's because I'm sick, but it started a few days before that. I think the most when I'm trying to sleep, which ends up keeping me awake. To top things off, my stomach is constantly hurting me and eating just makes it worse. I haven't eaten anything today because I can't stand the pain. If I don't eat, it's tolerable, but as soon as food hits the stomach, I keel over in pain. I can't afford a doctor. I dunno what's wrong, but it's so painful. Most of the time the pain is overbearing I end up curled into a ball on the floor, in tears. So to keep my mind off the pain, I write poems and stories in my head while I'm in bed. I hope it helps me sleep, but instead I go "wow that's pretty good, I should write it down". So, here's an example of a poem that kept me awake...it's not good at all, but for some reason I HAD to write it down.
Every night I think of you
Dreaming you'll be back someday
Now that you're gone forever
All I can do is pray
Pretending we're together
Embracing one another
And then you whisper in my ear
Remember me, your mother
Loving you was the best thing I ever did.
But you're still not here with me
Understanding all my pain
Comforting me as I fall asleep and
Knowing we'll meet again
in case you didn't see it, the first letter of each line spells out my mother's name, Edna Pearl Buck.
Every night I think of you
Dreaming you'll be back someday
Now that you're gone forever
All I can do is pray
Pretending we're together
Embracing one another
And then you whisper in my ear
Remember me, your mother
Loving you was the best thing I ever did.
But you're still not here with me
Understanding all my pain
Comforting me as I fall asleep and
Knowing we'll meet again
in case you didn't see it, the first letter of each line spells out my mother's name, Edna Pearl Buck.