Is this right? It can't be. I think these sleepless nights are getting to me. Time and time again I try, but this loss of sleep twists and tosses my mind. Hello? Can you hear me? This isn't how i pictured my life to be. I'm in a good place, but it's come at a cost, and now in the darkness my mind is lost. Turn off the lights as i desecrate my mind, you all know where I'm coming from, sleepless nights are one of a kind. Birds of a feather might stick together, but in these sleepless nights i find the silence to be better than the noises of the world, to whom i write this letter, so wake up and see like me in a sleepless endeavor
These are the ramblings of a mad man, someone too far gone to comprehend, so if you see like me than you might be someone I'd call friend. If not, that's fine, i promise in time you'll one day come to know of the sleepless nights I find myself in, of which I've come to call my home
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Author:
JackCoria (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is one of the first poems I wrote after coming out of a very difficult time of my life. I wasn't getting much sleep, and from those sleepless nights, and the thoughts that stuck, this poem came to fruition.
- Category: Reflection
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You describe the experience very well of the nights when sleep seems to evade every effort - - I look forward to reading more of your work and welcome to this friendly poetry site Jack.
It does seem like difficult times tend to give inspiration for good work. I agree that most of us have had a bout of sleepless nights. It wears on you, body and soul. I think you expressed the results perfectly.
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