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Friday, August 12, 2011

Insomniac

A peaceful slumber never finds me.
The sandman mustn’t have me on his list.
Tossing, turning my only desire is to close my eyes.

It’s all just too much pain to deal with.
Pills do nothing but make me high, so no sleep tonight.
Though I’m awake the nightmares still appear.

Seeing
Feeling
Hearing

The hellish visions seize me!
Making it too scary to close my eyes.
My soul has never been so afraid.

Have you ever looked into the eyes of the decayed?
Prayed it was all just an illusion to the eye?
It’s all just so wrong; I’ve been awake too long.

Exhausted
Inert
Lonely

The whole world is asleep.
My thoughts faster than a heartbeat.
I dream of the dreams that I cannot dream.

Night after night is always the same.
I watch shadows dance down the hall as
I listen to the silence of nightfall.

Moonrise
Stars
Sky

I wish there weren’t so many hours in the night.
Insomnia has its claws in me,
It won’t give up without a fight.

I wish dawn didn’t come so early.
How much longer till the sandman finds me?
I only desire eight hours of eternity.

© 2010 Jennifer L. Brooks

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