Flip Flippity Flop

Flip flippity flop
My covers are way to hot.
My pillow is lumpy,
My mattress is bumpy
And my sheets are all in a knot.
I toss and I turn,
Close my eyes and yearn
But my struggle is all for naught.
The light outside
Is too bright beside
My window with curtains closed.
It shines in my face
and fills up the place 
with a terrible unearthly glow.
And then there's my mind
That won't unwind
And give me the peace I need.
It runs and it races 
With thoughts about places
I long and dream to be.
But dreaming is seemingly
Not on my list
Of things to do tonight.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love the rhyme & rhythm of this piece! Very well done to convey the sensation of being so wound up & restless, knowing the peacefulness of sleep is a million miles away. Your poem literally FEELS like the message it's conveying. I can feel the irritation from the bright outside light, etc. I also like the word choices for interesting sound: "dreaming is seemingly" . . . and finally, I must wonder about what appears to be a misspelling in the title . . . intentional or overlooked?

[James]

I rarely sleep and for no good reason, so I figured why not have some fun with it. It's really a debilitating condition, but I live with it. The title was an oops, thanks for catching that for me.

Thanks,

[barleygirl]

Hate to be a stickler, but it looks like your title may still require an "L" for flippity!?!?!?

[Gee]

Anyone and everyone who reads this will be able to relate to the content. Tripped along at a good pace with top hole rhyming. Well done that man

[James]

Wow, thanks so much. If you can't sleep why not have fun with it.