By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
What sin did I commit
What wrong did I do
To incur this wicked
wrath from You
When fatigue grabs my body
through and through
and I lay down to rest
What is it that You do
Plant ants in my bones
and feathers along my thighs
You tickle and taunt
keeping me awake all night
Once reclined onto my soft pillow
I can no longer lay nor can I sit
My legs carry on with their peculiar uncomfortable fit
They twitch they kick
they jerk and squirm
so I rise again to pace
away the feelings and burn
Praying this night to find some rest
sleep deprived I am at a my worst
Whatever did I do to deserve this blasted restless leg curse
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Thank you so much JeanMarie – Your praise always holds great meaning for me! 🙏
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Oh dear, How awful, I’m sorry you have to deal with this, but on the plus side – you turned it into great poetry, I almost feel it in my own legs. 😦
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Thank you Willow. I’ve suffered with it since birth but some meds do help somewhat. 😊
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Oh that’s so awful I hope you get a break soon, I feel your pin 💜
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You are not alone Ami. It is most unpleasant.
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To put it mildly! Thanks …. ❤️
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I believe it’s genetic. My dad gets RLS, I get it.
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Yes, definitely is. I’ve suffered with it for as long as I can remember. I’ve been on prescription meds for over thirty years but it loses its original effacy after that long. 😴
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Thinking back . . . why grandma always went to bed late
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I am sure that’s why – I also put it off as long as possible! 😵💫
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I can understand your discomfort.
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Thank you Sadje! 😊
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If I go to bed late I get the restlessness in my legs too so I try to be asleep by 10.
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