Not poetry, but you have to go with the flow. This is for Ronovan’s Friday Fiction prompt: a dream.
The illustration is one I used the other day.
Perchance to dream. To sleep would be enough, to shut out the shadows that dart and creep from corner to corner while the moon hides among the clouds. Pain, dull and persistent is all there is, chasing sleep, banishing the bliss of oblivion. All is ache and tossing unavailingly, except the fear that the shadows might be real. There is noise in the fuzzy darkness, unaccounted noise like paws padding or nails scratching, but is it in the room, or in my befuddled head? The window is uncurtained and I see the sky, a shifting mass of rolling blackness, but clouds do not speak nor pad about a room.
The pain of loneliness joins the pain that the drugs are fighting and I sob in bitter anguish, wishing I could howl like a wolf. As if in sympathy, a vixen shrieks in the wood, and I reach out of my sluggish torpor to her, run the fields with her, slip silent and russet through the bracken. Click, scratch, scrape. I am not free, nor do I sleep. The fox is in a dream of her own and I fight the fear in the shadows.
Beyond the window, the cloud breaks, moonlight floods the room full of silver paws padding, and the shadows are not shadows at all. If I were a vixen, I would scream.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
I hope this is not how you are feeling now! (K)
Fraid so. It’ll pass when the pain stops, the noise stops, the insomnia stops and I get a night’s sleep.
Sleep is key I find. I get crazy otherwise. Hope the disruption disappears soon.
Thanks. New medication to try tonight. Crossing fingers etc.
Good luck!
Thank you 🙂
I couldn’t “like” this, although it’s powerful. I hope you’re feeling better.
Thanks Merril. Not yet but soon, I hope.
Poor Jane. Hope you feel better.
Thanks 🙂 I have to murder some of those dark red shadows first.
Sounds like someone had a rough night. Did you see your physio?
Yeah. She eased it up for a few hours then it kicked in again. Even the sleeping tablet had no effect. Didin’t take one at all last night. I’ve taken them too often already. Feel like death today.
Omg that’s awful! My hubby gets some kind of injection to manage pain in his arm, about once every 6 months or so. You might need something like that.
I need to get a bit of muscle in my back, I think. It all went. Not sure why. I’d be less of a weed too 🙂
Pregnancy probably. My body was fine until then. Never been the same since.
Good point. Why do we do it?
No idea. Must have been drunk at the time.
Often happens, they tell me 🙂
Lol! Yes!