It is 03:40 and half the world is fast asleep, but thanks to
Parkinson's, here I sit quietly writing as my family slumbers peacefully in
their beds. My dog glanced at me out of the corner of one eye, a familiar sight to her in the midst of the night,
as I slipped into the kitchen and opened up my laptop. Insomnia is an annoying
tiresome symptom of Parkinson's, and due to changes in my medication, I have
until the last couple of weeks been sleeping a good 6 hours a night. But sadly,
I see this was not to last, and the frustrations of insomnia have returned in
full force. I'll share with you a poem I wrote a few hours ago.
Lost Sleep
In sweet dreams I would rest, perchance to sleep,
Till dawn breaks anew and the sun starts to creep.
My bed beckons, soft pillows call my name,
“Come fall asleep”, a tormenting nightly game.
Yet vivid thoughts disturb taunting me,
Finally awaken, I'm released and set free.
Too hot, too cold, unable to fall asleep,
Restless, toss and turn, dawn begins to peep.
My mind's so busy, words as water flow,
Parkinson's harsh, no mercy it will show.
Thoughts come alive, at night in my head,
Insomnia takes over, can’t slumber in bed.
My eyes barely blink, they begin to sting,
A flurry of words, comforting solace they bring.
Food for the soul, I'm nourished by writing,
This torrent won't stop, no sense in fighting.
Pen in hand words appear, I'm compelled to write,
They'll be lost if I wait for the morning light.
New day appears, cool fresh air hits my face,
The night has gone, the sun takes its place.
How I long to sleep, the whole night through,
To wake refreshed, and start a day that’s new.
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