No 'e's :)
I toss and turn all night to no avail.
My pillow damp, I watch as night turns morning,
Hoping to nap an hour or two till day.
Dark turns to light. I watch that clock -
From two till four is days long,
From four to six a month.
And still no balm, no comfort.
An itch for which I find no satisfaction .
Crossposted to artspark