Plagued by the insanity of many sleepless nights,
I wander through darkness,
A ghost in every right.
My eyes are black and sunken,
Like a hollowed corpse.
My skin is white as the light that burns me.
My eyes sting with a burning desire,
To lay my body to rest,
And dream the sweet dreams of sleeping children.
How I long to relax my tired muscles,
And let my soul drift to faraway lands,
That no man could ever take you.
Lost hopes fill my head with longing,
Of a time long, long ago.
A time when life was vivid within me,
And youth exploded from my pores.
Now my sense of time has faded.
Slowly the seconds tick by,
Echoing loudly within my ear,
Like the slow rythmic beating of drums.
A cold sweat breaks through my skin,
As I toss and turn with uneasiness.
A deep pain fills my joints,
And seemingly paralyzes me.
And finally,
In defeat,
I surrender to an Insomniac's dream.
Author notes
THIS WAS DIFFICULT TO WRITE. I AM STILL VERY DISAPPOINTED WITH THIS WRITE. IT HAS NOT TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I HAD PLANNED.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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thas so deep. great job. *big eyes with amazement*
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I love the oxymoron in the title. And then you follow through with a display of excellent imagery. It is beautifully put. Good one xox
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I adore and applaud this exemplary write. It, in my opinion, captures insomnia perfectly. Throughout, I felt this ancient, aged tone- it made me feel like the words were being written of a very old, and weathered person. It has a very distressful chime to it and truly captures the agony of insomnia. I like how it is entitled an Insomniac’s Dream, a sort of pun. A grand, though-provoking write. Very vivid, and I must say, very well done!!!
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