Insomnia creeps from the dead of night
half past four and the dreams show no sign
of drifting to dream land
your eyelids so heavy
your everyday burdens weight your mind pondering with worry
The sand man won't visit
he is holding a grudge against you
its half past four
and the clock stopped ticking
oh how you longer for the tick and tock
waiting in suspense to hear that chime
of the grandfather clock
your mind slowly drifts from your spirit within it
to a ballroom of dancers
and beautiful beautiful music
they danced and danced
and shown no sign of stopping
as the dancers kept dancing
their depressing waltzing
a waltz to taunt me
for the very fact that I couldn't sleep
as the music played faster and faster
and sleep deprivation had gotten the best of me
the womens fancy old timey dresses
sang a lullabye as they moved their hips
a horrific melody played through ones mind who can't sleep
singing there insomniac lullabye to me.
A contest entry
- Insomnia by LaylaLace.
1000 points, ended September 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please give me your honest opinion on what you truly think of this piece I will return the favor...*muah* (redhanded)
Comments
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All too often I am caught in the thrall of wokenness, unable to escape into sleep.
These are the worst times to let the mind drift in thought
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Wow babe. this is a kinda cool write. Definitly fits the prompt. I love the pictures it envokes in my mind
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Seems like you wrote this in a rush, but it is still good, nonetheless.
Good luck in the contest!
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very nice, i have an insomnia poem i might put in that contest if prewrites are aloud.
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Danielle
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