Insomnia

by Dan Bloom   Mar 9, 2011


The faint whisper of sanity(which is
and is not) remains in her grasp; fate
drives a stake through the clouds of
what remains of touch.

The laughter pains me to feel amused
by her stumbling patters
across the floor--knowing about
love and its cruelty.

Then she speaks truth that
sucks the air
from my lungs--standing still,
wishing to breathe again but unable.

I stand alone as I had for years
(until now never known
the darkness I was in).

I sleep,
I dream fragments
of my existence.

I wake,
then sleep,
dream again.

I wake,
try to sleep once more,
but now know
that nothing
lasts forever

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  • 13 years ago

    by yogi73

    Pretty good. I can feel the frustration in the words.

  • 13 years ago

    by yogi73

    Pretty good. I can feel the frustration in the words.

  • 13 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Yes. This is what I call a damn good poem. Excuse my French :] First of all using insomnia as a title was perfect. I have insomnia and I was expecting the worn out poem about not being able to sleep and restless nights blah blah but you blew my mind with this. Very creative and just bursting with life. I read your profile and you are very wrong. It seems like this poem came very easy to you. The flow was amazing and very constant. Your diction was simple yet beautiful. I loved the varied syntax as well. A very wonderful piece indeed. Please keep writing. you have too because this was just too good to be a one time thing. Keep it up :] Nik

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