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Insomniac

I'm staring at the ceiling,
where geometrical colors
fill a canvas
with my long lost dreams.
Somebody whispers
in my left ear
that it was not a good decision
after all.
I feel weightless
as I fall
into an abyss
of broken laments.
The coldest wind
is coming from my air vent,
as I lay, silent,
in my bed.
All this pitching noise
is trapped inside my head,
as it battles with the voice
of someone crying for help.
Icy tears of insanity
run down as I yell,
and my deaf tones elevate
to get crushed under my pillow.
All that my naked eye can touch
is dark and hollow,
until I'm insistently warned,
that the day has just begun.

Author notes

When I cannot sleep, I'm not alone...



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  • Emmjay
    February 28
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    I forgot to clap - three cheers!


  • dwellondreams
    February 28
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    this was really fantastic! i loved every word. very wonderfully written.

  • Emmjay
    February 28

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    This reminds me of my days of substance abuse. Even these days clean and sober I still get many nights of not much sleep. Too much mind chatter. Your poems speaks well of this , that noise between the ears, the ceiling changing shape, the aimless driftng and not quite finding sleep.
    Nice imagery to describe your insomnia, coloured with gentle metaphors, not too many, just right I'd say .
    Best wishes in the latest contest.
    Sincerely -Emmjay


  • Khyxe
    February 28

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    Beautifully penned here. The imagery and kind of coldness of the poem is very effective and your style carries this off really well. I especially like where you mentioned feeling weightless. xx Great write - hope to read more soon!x
    Khyxe (Rachael, age 12) <3


  • Antipodi
    February 28

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    wow an excellent write on the facets of sleep deprivation down to the minds confused wanderings ..a very empathetic write poet


  • estbelle gold member
    February 28

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    deaf tones elevate

    I like that line so much, I guess we have all experienced it...[insomnia] but the way you have describe your experience is very original


  • Symphony
    February 21

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    "All this pitching noise
    is trapped inside my head,
    as it battles with the voice
    of someone crying for help."

    I've been there, heard the voices, seen the shadows. It seems that when we can't sleep, everything suddenly comes alive, and casts shadows, and makes the virtual world become a reality to tired eyes that cannot close....

    Wonderfully written, you captured the moods, and hopelessness, and frustration that are connected with insomnia - or at least, were for me, as i identified with this poem.

    thanks for entering


  • Historically Here
    January 8

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    loved this m8, personally im a dope smoker and when i try and hit that fuking pillow my world changes to something like youve described enjoyed this thoroughly. great write.


  • Unsigned gold member
    January 8

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    Wow...been there got that headache.

    Well done I really enjoyed the descriptive way you put this across.

    Best luck

    Simon


  • vanessa lez
    December 28, 2008

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    very intense.. you captured a feeling that many people lack the words to describe.. and its quite powerful. i love the flow of this. very well done!


  • Denerica
    December 25, 2008

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    I have gotten what they call broken sleep working 11-7 for 8 years now, but you have captured the essence of being disrupted so brutally...great pen.


  • Dean
    December 5, 2008

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    Wow. This is on a totally different page from the last poem I read by you. It's like two different authors. But that's a sign of talent; being able to morph your style to fit the content. This poem was very expressive; the images were relentless.


  • Wandering Woodchuck silver member
    December 4, 2008

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    Nice job with this one. The emotions and intensity are absolutely clear. I enjoyed it very much.

    Mike

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