Good Morning

by MyHalozChokinMe   Oct 23, 2012


Absurd hours patrol my bedtime-

Around 4 a.m. , I'll reach for the fan cord and settle in
the center of my bed.

Set your alarm, (a friendly reminder from my conscience.)

Sunrise approaches with impatient anticipation,
leaving only 3 hours for its persistent presence.

I shut my lids, toss to my right side, spinning blades circulate a din rhythm...

The mind projects tomorrow's agenda,
along with pulling drawers from memory's files,
and begins the nightly routine of analyzing data.

Just go to sleep. (I can't sleep!)

Wrestle to my left side, turn on my back, keep my lids shut...

Repeat.

I heard the first chirp, horizontal rays seep through blinds, and I twist out of sheets, into the bathroom-

A reflection is greeted with grim lips and a sigh of routine that parts them...

Good morning; A worthless saying to an insomniac.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Haha, sorry I had to laugh at this because I was smiling the whole way through that you managed to get this nightmare into such poetic words! Thank you!

    YOu clearly state the battle you have and how the time passes so slowly, we think that even if we stay up so late til 4am then try to sleep then it might help us, but we find out this isn't so and we are yet still sleepless!

    The way you toss and turn and how you describe your brain analyzing the thoughts - this is the worst part of it, for me it is not the tiredness it brings me, it is the thinking it makes me do. You start fighting with yourself because you shout at yourself to go to sleep but it just doesn't happen.

    Great poem, I wish I could share this with every one who suffers this as i know they would relate so much x

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