Blog #8 Poem (Vilanelle)

Dying for Sleep

By: Nicole Zerbo

Her body is tired, mind runs elsewhere;

She restlessly lies there with open eyes

in hopes of slumber without a nightmare.

Repeating this cycle that leads to nowhere,

she tosses, turns, and stares at the ceiling;

her body is tired, mind runs elsewhere.

Becoming weary and filled with despair,

she creeps into the bed she despises

in hopes of slumber without a nightmare.

Each passing night she becomes much more aware

of insomnia’s dreadful dark demise;

her body is tired, mind runs elsewhere.

Tonight she will overcome this affair

by drinking cough syrup until she dies

in hopes of slumber without a nightmare.

Holding on to her last breath of cold air,

she feels worn out like an exhausted child;

her body is tired, mind runs elsewhere

in hopes of slumber without a nightmare.