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 
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