Poetry

Insomnia (A Poem)

10pm – filled with hope and a little bit

Of dread

Closing blinds, blocking out obnoxious

Street racers

Whose emissions startle with

Loud bangs

*

11pm – body relaxed; eyes shut tight

As a vice

Blanket on, blanket off, stick out

One foot

Pull it back in before boogey man

Grabs it

*

12am – worrying now, knowing

I’m awake

Antsy, anxious limbs kick a bruise

In the brain

Count sheep, think, of anything

Besides falling asleep

*

1am – Up again, to the bathroom, what else

Is there to do?

Bright hall light scalds, cover

Your eyes

Before they burn out and turn

To ash

*

2am – don’t think, don’t think

Just sleep

Blanket on, blanket off, stick out

Both feet

Screw the boogey man, he can

Bite me

*

3am – contemplating the use of extreme

Force

Really, how much damage could

It cause

To bang one’s head against

The wall?

*

4am – birds separated by glass tweet

And chirp

Early risers, striving for that

Damn worm

Lucky I don’t own

A gun

*

5am – drowsy, body sinking,

Mud trap

Is this it, can it finally be time,

To fall

Asleep, oblivion, for only

A moment

*

6am

*

7am – Alarm shrieks, shattering air.

Black Ring Bell Alarm Clock

 

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Poetry, Uncategorized

Parainsonmia (A Poem)

There is too much air in my chest

And not enough in my lungs

I stumble, reset, refocus

 

There are faces in the dark

With wisps of smoke for hands

That reach for me

My mouth opens to scream

And scream and scream but

No one hears a thing

 

I stumble to find the switch

For light that floods the room

Stumble, reset, refocus

 

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Blogs / Life

Insomnia

04539D95-0066-469E-9FF7-070A7B29B2CBI start off on my back, head against the pillow, blanket under my chin, but within the next several hours I will attempt various positions with the same outcome.

Do I blame the insomnia on my profession as a writer? Or do I blame my profession as a writer on my insomnia?

What is it about writing that seems intricately related to insomnia? Is it that we have so many ideas going around in our heads that we cannot sleep? Perhaps somewhere inside our brains, there is a horde of characters, protagonists and antagonists working together, just sitting on our hypothalamus poking it with large sticks every time we lay down to sleep. They want their story told and so they will keep poking and prodding until they have been heard, until we have recorded their accounts.

Any other writers out there who struggle with this menace known as insomnia?

 

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