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
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
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
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Comments2
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
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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