Insomnia

By HeadpatSlut

Insomnia

 

Another night I spend just sitting here, I still can’t seem to think-

Why it is I always feel like I’m dancing on the brink-

Like a ship that’s been bombarded taking water, I will sink-

In perfection, disconnected not a single solid link-

 

This night is harsh, and merciless, it will not let me sleep-

Won’t let my mind just drift away, these waking hours are my keep-

No crop shall come from out this long dead soil, still I reap-

No tears, not even those of blood can I be allowed to weep-

 

My eyes are dry and burning up, my throat is sore and dry-

Every muscle in my face is just so tight that I can’t cry-

My jaw constricted, and I can’t let escape a single sigh-

Feeling like I’d love right now, to crash and burn and die.


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Copyright 2011 DK6_Marius
Published on Thursday, June 2, 2011.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I am not challenged by sleep, I am simply unchallenged by waking, nonetheless this is still heavily a work in progress, and I intend to make it seem less shitty to my eyes when I find time.
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  • A former member wrote: This is amazing, and it seems, as though, that I could relate in some odd way. I love it.

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