Over the past year I've had insomnia quite a lot... and it's a weird feeling. If it happens enough I start to feel like I'm in a completely different universe. Whatever happened during the day ceases to have relevance; and day and night haunt each other, particularly when I'm half asleep and it becomes difficult to tell what is a dream and what is real. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person in the world who's awake. Maybe I'm the only one alive - everything starts to feel a bit surreal and my entire world shrinks to the size of my mattress as I toss and turn and look at the clock. No time moves as slowly as time spent in a futile attempt to fall asleep.
A sleepless sigh is breathed out
to mingle with faltering echoes
of conscious thought.
Waking thoughts wander and dance
with dreams that long for sleep
to bear them life.
Treacle-slow night slumps silent
and immovable; and holds me captive
on my lonely island.
4 comments:
I enjoy your poetry, but I'm sorry for the sleepless night(s) that made it happen.
I remember that weird feeling of being the only one alive from all-nighters during my Uni days. Sleeplessness doesn't affect me in quite the same way because I'm not up to see that there are no other lights on in houses around me.
I enjoyed finally getting back to sleep last night - I must have then passed the sleeplessness baton onto you. Sorry.
I didn't think up a poem, though.
No, no, it wasn't your baton. It was because I foolishly said to a friend last night, "Hey, I've had almost normal sleep for five nights in a row!" That has 'jinx' written all over it.
You know, that was a pretty silly thing to say.
sorry to hear you didn't sleep well. I know how frustrating that can be.
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