Dizzy Renditions

Spinning and whirling

my head hurts so much.

A painful time it is.

Only my bed, I kiss.

I've been here allot

thinking about naught.

It's hard to think in this bed of mine.

So much uncomfortable time spent here.

I roll and turn, not a wink I can get.

I only want to sleep, but can't I regret. 

I only want to close my eyes

to an ecstasy of dreams.

Of sugar plum faeires in my head,

of beautiful, lovely things.

Hopefully the sleep will come

on day when I am well.

Then I will cherish the humble time

that I am out and well.

Now all I have are books here

to keep my soul at ease.

Reviews

[Forest Green]

Insomnia and brain cells that won't turn off.

Your poem demontrates the frustration very well...!

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime those books keep us safe. Those dreams can keep us off balance. I like the description and story in your words. A lonely and sad poem.
Coyote