Your three words today are:
CRY WAIL SOB
Settling down for a good night’s sleep
No trails to follow or promises to keep
Just me and my bed, comfy at best
My tired body needed its rest
Then it began, the stabbing and aching
Restless legs and the toll they’re taking
It started as a cry, a plea in a sob
No medications seem to do the job
I get up and try a cold drink
Pause by the mirror over the sink
That’s when I notice my looks so frail
Seeing the truth I nearly started to wail
Hamlet had his own plaguing fight
No sleep without dread every night.
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Three Things Challenge #M726
The Bag Lady 
Thanks Cheryl
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As a fisherperson perhaps my own insomnia is due to guilt over all those beautiful sea creatures upon whom I have inflicted such pain ….
I’d be be whaling
If not for the fish that I caught
BeWAILing
Such dark piscatorial thought
I’d be lying, denying
The things I have seen
DeCRYING the sight
Of what I’ve always been
Such a SOBerig thought
I could sob, cry and wail
But such things count for nought
When the boat’s under sail
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Were you a fisherman, professional or just for fun? Clever use of the prompt words
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Alas – fishing, like virtually everything I have ever done, is a pursuit in which I process insufficient skills to consider professionalism.
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😂okay…
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I feel ya Cheryl! Insomniac here, too! 😀
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Horrible. Isn’t it?
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