Counting sheep just isn't fun
but lights and sounds won't let me leave
this tossed up place they call
a dream.
I'm awake I know, I walk in sleep
no funny thoughts, just golden
scenes. What I see and say is just
a mixed up let down
of what I'm not.
A glass of water, a sleeping pill
heads off the headache that tomorrow
brings, when light and noise
won't let me sleep.
Pain pills dull my aching head,
the noise of turning in my bed
the scratchy sheets
the train outside
my morning list
and last night's reading...
everything tunes in when all I want
is to tune out.
Another sleepless night
it seems
without a wink of sleep or dreams.
Author notes
"your sleep is my essence" Who knows why we can't sleep... I've always had my insomniac nights, but that's just because of a mental disease.
A contest entry
- The wonders of many sleepless nights. by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
600 points, ended July 23, 2007, 29 entries
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Comments
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insomniac is something that affects many people i think and i dont think anyone quite knows why we cant sleep and if they do then why arent they helping us solve it. i thought this was a wonderful write which was full fo thoughts and felings. i enjoyed reading it. well done and best of luck to you
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