Insomniac mind

SilverXball

insomnias a bitch, got me wrapped around it like a hoe 

like it's feeding me this bullshit, and won't ever let me go

manipulating my weakened mind that only wants some rest

and every time it bites my neck, I remember all the reasons that I became depressed

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't speak, I can't find love and joy anymore

and why you might've asked? It's cause that bitch is knocking at my door

it knows that I'm awake, and it knows that I'm afraid

but it only has one thought, that tonight's it's getting laid

it's successful pleasure, is feeding off of my pain

and while it's eyes are rolling back, I'm trying hard just to stay sane

insomnia, you bitch! stop making me hear every second of the clock

insomnia, you bitch! get me out of this fucking deadlock 

just let me move past this, just let me go to sleep

and for one night a week, I'll let you fuck me for cheap

 

 

 

 

  • Author: A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2018 06:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sorry about the language. Going on day three of no sleep, with maxed out dosage of sleeping meds
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Poetic Dan

    Wow, this was fantastically sad the eneding was superb. Words are just words to help us explain what we mean because holy shit would I be swearing with no fucking sleep also I feel clean words can't be used to talk about the crap we see.

    I'll sit with my mind focused hoping you get some sleep.

    Thank you for sharing

  • dusk arising

    Aaaaah but does insomnia inspire the poetic mind??? You could be sleeping and dreaming instead of composing such eloquently presented work.
    Dont do that sleeping thing...we wanna see more poetry. Good stuff.



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