Night has wrapped its velvet blanket
‘round everyone but me.
All are sleeping, all are dreaming,
everyone but me.
Lying, dying, staring at the roof,
wondering what I did, what I should, what I will.
All I want is for a sign,
that I too will sleep.
It visits each night on its hollow-backed horse,
crowing its delight at finding me awake.
“Think and think some more!” It cries,
“I’ve brought a score of lists, for you!”
If ever I find that stupid Sandman,
I’ll steal his bag and tie him to a tree
for daring to wander and pass me by.
“Come back Sandman, it was only a jest!”
Night has wrapped its velvet blanket
‘round everyone but me.
All are sleeping, all are dreaming,
everyone but me.
Africa to Asia 
#1 by Lynn on March 1, 2012 - 11:06 am
Awesome, Celia.
#2 by Celia on March 2, 2012 - 1:09 pm
Thanks Lynn 🙂
#3 by matthewswinney on March 1, 2012 - 11:51 am
Very good! I’ve been a sufferer of insomnia (medication induced), and it really is terrible.
One thing, I think on line 6 you could cut it down to just “wondering what I did,” and it would work a little better metrically.
#4 by Celia on March 2, 2012 - 1:09 pm
Thanks Matthew, hope you get rid of that insomnia!
#5 by Jennifer on March 1, 2012 - 12:39 pm
I wish I could write when I have insomnia…excellent poem, Celia!
#6 by Celia on March 2, 2012 - 1:08 pm
Keep a notebook and pen next to your bed, even if you just jot down a few notes. It works!
#7 by InsideJourneys on March 5, 2012 - 11:25 am
Love it! I’ll think about this when I can’t sleep. “Night has wrapped it velvet blanket ’round everyone but me” Nice.
#8 by Celia on March 6, 2012 - 12:24 pm
Thanks 🙂 I remembered when I was little and would sleep with my ‘blanky’. Having insomnia is like being forced to sleep without that blanky.