A.H. Browning

Sleepless Night


In fading light at end of day
In growing shadows cast around
I search and offer endless prayers
With worn expression, without a sound

My hope of finding any traces
Of refuge or familiar faces
Erodes as slowly night embraces
In portending twilight lay me down

I continue here most every day
And often seems I’ve lost my way
As desperation stirs inside
No rest, no peace, no place to hide

While others sleep in blissful night
Neath starry sky’s lit peaceful beacons
My thoughts become a haunting ghost
Unrelenting, and my heart weakens

All through the sable and endless night
In baneful visions of my own making
The tempest casts me where it pleases
Restless, consumed and my heart aching

Yet shall I feign in hope perchance
Midst arduous journey to morning’s light
In sleep’s elusive, untroubled pardon
Where darkening malaise and sorrow take flight

In midnight hours, past end of day
Lost dreams torment, forlorn I stay
Till morning’s light brings pains of waking
Anguished, despairing and my heart breaking

From troubled hours beyond dark forewarning
I’m washed ashore incipient morning
And here again I relive my plight
Of uneasy passage through sleepless night


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  • Evergreen

    Your poem really moved me. I like how you took something personal and expressed yourself through writing.

    • A.H. Browning

      Thank you for reading and commenting. Much appreciated.

    • SLR

      Insomnia can feel like it's making you go insane little by little. I understand completely. But you're right, writing is great therapy. Love the pic too.

      • A.H. Browning

        Thank you very much for reading and commenting. I never realized until recently how powerful and also healing writing can be.

        • SLR

          I rushed myself learning to read so that I could write. From the age of five I've used writing as therapy. I always written my feelings down, not for anyone to read but for me, as an escape. Very therapeutic. Always worked better for me than talking it out with someone else. I never felt like anyone else understood me. Still don't really, although there are a few in my family now that try a little harder to.

        • Syd

          Hi there, this is a great poem. I'm glad to hear that you no longer suffer from sleepless nights.

          Take care - Syd

          • A.H. Browning

            Thank you for your comments. Much appreciated.

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