unrest

Casper_the_ghost

pale moonlight filters through closed blinds,

a silvery shape on the carpet

tossing, turning

no rest for the weary

forgetting where you are

reorienting yourself

you're in your room

on your bed

that is the ceiling

there is the window

the silvery shape has moved several inches across the floor...

how long has it been,

how much longer will it be 

before unconsciousness drags your lids closed with leaden fingers

and fitful sleep overtakes you

it does not matter either way

you will not feel rested come morning

  • Author: Casper James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2021 00:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    (a wonderful write, thanks for sharing and inspiring my little scribbled reply)
    Greeks gave us hypnos,
    Romans, gave us Insomnia
    and we cleaned up their mess, with our little coloured pill...
    and they say progressing
    on a broken road, will lead you
    to your downfall?
    ha!
    how would we know, we got pills baby
    we got pills, and cartoons with flying carpets...
    who needs, peace and serenity?
    we've just got to find that pill,
    that will have us flying in our beds,
    then all, will be just dreamy surreal

    • Casper_the_ghost

      Wonderful poem! I'm glad you could draw inspiration from my insomniac writings

      • Casper_the_ghost

        Wonderful poem! I'm glad you could draw inspiration from my insomniac writings



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