Just woke up
And all I want to do
Is take a nap
Wish I could say
That today
Was the first day
No
It happens quite frequently
My brother
Used to get frustrated
By how easy it was
Day or night
Just close my eyes
Sitting or laying
Made no difference
He’d toss and turn
And finally fall asleep
This was never my problem
It was staying asleep
Sleep comes
Two to four hours at a time
Five if I’m lucky
Doesn’t matter the day of the week
Don’t think it’s insomnia
Even if it is
It doesn’t anger me
I’ve come to accept it
No big deal
So I’m going to take a nap
Good night by Robert Rodriguez. November 5, 2017. 8:47AM
Fresh Off The Pad Poetry 
I’m sure I used to get better sleep when I was younger. Mine is all interrupted now and my brain tries to divide it into sleep cycles, creating mathematical problems that probably help to keep me awake while I work out how many sleep cycles I should be getting in the time periods that I have available. If I can grab three or four sleep cycles of ninety minutes minimum, regardless of how they are strung together, then I am less like a grouchy bear and more like a happy chappy. A good subject to write a poem about, so many people are going to relate with their own lack of sleep, especially creative types.
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Totally agree! It’s all math and doesn’t matter how you get to the zone of being well rested, as long as you do.
I’m basically a grown baby, waking up pretty much every two hours, except it’s not for a feeding, I guess I’m waking up because I got enough rest for the moment.
Sleep is definitely one of those subjects that almost everyone can relate to.
P.S. Get sleep where you can, as often as possible because the world is a better place with happy chappy’s in it…haha
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