Sometimes
I feel I've forgotten how to sleep
my eyes close but my vagrant brain
wanders
lost amongst pillows of thoughts
hills of conversations
that rise like starlings
fleeing Hyde Park.
Sometimes
I die.
I slip my thoughts sideways
my lids seal and I am locked in.
Vast acres of safe nothing
cushioning me
as I slide to
forever.
Deep down I search.
I look for reasons to return.
My heart echoes from distant days
a child’s call
a brother’s wave…
I count the beats
and sleep creeps like a false friend
and lies its way into my brain
as if by losing the night
I'll gain respite from the worm of worry.
And just as I remember how
the clock turns three
and I awake
as others flee
from mortal cares.
Sleep has slipped its fetters
once again.
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Author:
Keith (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Never really enjoyed sleeping....
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
I love this superb assessment of urges to fight sleep with those "worms of worry" and can relate to the wanderings among "pillows of thoughts" - - thanks for sharing your insomniac habits dear Keith - - - - really must save this one for further reading.
Thanks, Fay - so pleased you like it.
What beautiful way to describe insomnia
Well crafted dear poet
Your poem describes insomnia so elegantly. I really sympathise with you. So difficult to fall asleep; when I'm just about to fall asleep a noisy bird starts his noise at 4 am!
Fortunately I Worte this many years ago when I was having problems sleeping - not long after my brother passed away and I'd lost my father too. I am fine sleeping now - though I am still not keen on the idea...I wish I could stay awake for 24 hours!
So true in many ways Keith.
Andy
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