I sit at the edge of my bed
while waiting for Sleep to come over.
I would like to feel better
before I retire from a burdensome day.
So I grabbed a cold beer from the mini bar.
It was just an arm-stretch from where I sat.
Still I drank it even if it was half-full.
It gave my hands a little shiver,
my nose an air-chiller,
my throat an arresting flavor,
my whole breath a bit of a vigor.
The sensation was just the same.
I knew it. As I dreamt
of all these things
when I whipped my nose with
a relaxing oil
and breathed in it
the coldness of a menthol,
I think I succeeded.
Those wild days were gone
but my mind -
my mind is pretty much
if I choose it to be.
This is the first poem that I created with this theme. It was getting difficult for me to fall asleep so I decided to write a pill of poetry for this madness.