Insomnia…
A Sleepless Stream Of Consciousness….
Exhausted, but I don’t sleep…
There’s to much to do…
My mind wanders and taunts me, like a pebble in one’s shoe..
A task here, a task there…
Write a line or two…
Don’t just lay in bed and stew…
Next thing I know I’ve bidden hours adieu…
Besides I haven’t wanted to sleep, not since I knew I could no longer be with you…
In fact I often wish I could press rewind, and turn back time…
If only I had but one reset…
I’d hit undo, and erase all the bad things we’ve been through…
But instead I’m left tossing and turning…
Keep my mind busy, or the memories start burning…
Besides it’s not just my yearning, I could only sleep in your warm embrace, or my stomach starts churning…
So here I am 5:44am wide awake..
Not a wink of sleep…
So much for counting sheep…
If I tried surely I’d imagine them all becoming deceased…
I think I made the sandman weep…
Cause he doesn’t even visit or take a peek…
I must have beat him at his own game, and proved him weak…
Because lullaby nor whisper does he speak…
Even this house is my enemy, for just as I think I may sleep,
the AC roars like some giant beast…
I’ve turned it off, only to drown in my own sweaty sheets, like I was lost at sea..
So I’m brought back to these sleepless nights…
Which lead to sleepy days…
I keep saying I’ll change my ways…
Then another night passes, and the hours slip away…
Time and rest escape, as sunlight hits my drapes…
Exhaustion drags my eyelids, like a prisoner dragging chains…
I’ll fall asleep soon, that I know…
Then my bladder will land another final comedic blow…
I’ll come awake like a living zombie you should know…
To my local Starbucks I shall go…
All the caffeine and sweet n low, shall only serve to soften the blow…
At this point I’m like a junkie handing over all my hard earned dough…
Life with insomnia is starting to show…
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Philosophical Musings: A Journey Of the Mind, A Vessel Of Paradoxes
If Buddha said “The mind is everything, what you think you become.”, and René Descartes said “I think, therefore I am”, but Socrates said “The only true wisdom is knowing you know nothing.” then is my mind but an empty vessel.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Comments (3)
Oh insomnia is awful! This paints a vivid picture. The picture goes really well, too.
My son suffers from insomnia and it is horrible. He often compares it to being a living zombie so your line about that made me really think of him.
This was so sad. Insomnia sucks to the max!