My mind won't let me sleep. It always comes up with something to snatch me back when sleep gets too near.

Sleeping Lymeric

The insomniac slid from near slumber
that had almost taken her under
when her vigilant wit
caught thoughts to be writ
that sleep should not take asunder

Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2011-03-02 at 18:54

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
been there lots of times. you write of it so cleverly.

John Ashleigh

Sorry, I have nothing critical to say. This write is just perfect. I relate to this, and I am sure there will be many more that will relate. I hope you will find a way to repose at night. But in the meantime - keep writing!!

Your friend,

Obsessive compulsive limerickyness!
I'm a sucker for limericks and am plagued with this very condition from time to time :-)
Thanks you!