Insomnia

Elle King

What time is it?

Damn. No. Not again

I toss and turn.

I smoke and burn

It’s been like this all week!!

I just can’t sleep.

So for now I lie awake in bed thinking

Sleep evades me

I’m too busy NOT sleeping.

I’ll write down this thought,

Try to pin it down, get it cought

On this paper … with my pen…

But then again…

It’s just rambling words…

Bumping, turning, rolling around.

But they don’t actually make a sound.

Only echo softly in my head,

While I lie here tossing in my bed.

 

  • Author: Elle King (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 13th, 2023 09:38
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Pop64

    So many times I wake up, possibly worried about the family, work, etc. Sometimes even with a line that might start or be part of a new poem or story. However, time awake, when supposed to be sleeping can be draining, as this write seems to convey. Great clarity!



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