She hasn’t fallen asleep
since she mastered
the art of passing out,
Hating the required effort,
she clings to wakefulness,
until her synapses collapse.
Passive procrastination at best,
her active avoidance of rest,
stems from the fear
of being absolutely alone,
void of distractions,
haunted by heaviness.
Memories that hide,
in her subconscious,
are spilling onto her bed,
Out of her ears,
Out of her eyes,
Onto her pillow.
Comfort is the danger,
So her guard remains,
And safety is couch,
So rather than fade away,
She eventually just passes out.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about how insomnia manifests for me
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Wow I feel this deeply in my soul 🖤
wow thank you so much for relating to my words
This I can relate to ..a lot...what a great read...
although I'm sad you can relate and struggle too, I'm happy you can relate to my words. thanks for commenting. I feel less alone
Yes sad but beautifull that what's poetry is all about. Isnt ?.cant help praising a good read now can we...🦋.....i am glad to hear that
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