Because of unresolved childhood trauma,
I come to this awful realization
That I have crippling insomnia.
The mind stirs up so much drama,
Feels like a type of dictation
As I hear harsh whispers like verbal diarrhea.
I tend to dwell on thoughts like it's a mania,
Need some kind of solution,
Maybe even the Messiah.
I close my eyes and words repeat like echolalia,
Seems my overactive mind makes more of a dramatization,
Try to imagine the words are from a person with aphasia.
Fear dances in my mind like a ballerina,
Mind does not quell the generalization,
That this is temporary like a type of amnesia.
While the words feel like coprolalia
They trigger me like it is mania,
I have to come to the gratification,
It only feels like unavoidable drama.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Comments (6)
Sad but beautiful and true for many people.
Wonderfully written!!! Love the descriptive words used!!! Loved it!!!
Soem smashing words in here, echolalia is my favourite 😁
Oh the large big words. I learned a few today. I sure love to see you strutting your word stuff. I had a fight to get this Villanelle thing down.
Oh no, insomnia is no fun. Your poem was a good read, very well written. Take care.
"As I hear harsh whispers like verbal diarrhea." I loved that line the most. Your poem was so intense, poignant and emotional. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️