The Sleepless Man – A Poem

He hasn’t slept.

His eyes worn.

That normally cloud-like pillow,

Now it’s a thorn.

His mind is tired.

His body aches.

When he tries to sleep in,

He gets up at eight.

He needs rest.

He wants to lay,

But every way he turns

Just doesn’t feel okay.

Recently I haven’t been able to get any sleep. So I decided to write a poem to express my frustration….A warning to all. Do not stay up till three in the morning to finish a television series, or beat a video game, or to read a book (unless the book was assigned for school and you’re far behind). It is so bad for your health. It really is.

Treat your body right, and get some sleep tonight.

— Orion Ryder.