Rumination

Fränz Müller

One nineteen in the morning now

and sleep, my friend, eludes me.

Breath seems as unwelcome

as a friend’s betrayal.

The quiet sleep of one’s death

seems the only escape, yet

my blood, raping its way into my cells,

renders my body a pulsing revulsion

which defies me, and leaves me

awake, alone.

 

  • Author: Fränz Müller (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2025 15:45
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  • sorenbarrett

    Insomnia in its helplessness leaves the victim distraught and depressed. A sad saturation.

  • Poetic Licence

    So relatable to so many, the inabilty just to get a simple nights sleep, nicely expressed and written



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