Insomniacs Parade

by Taylor Porton   Jul 19, 2004


Eyes start drooping
but you're still awake
You can't fall asleep
Insomniacs Parade

Hundreds of sheep
have leaped over a fence
As the minutes are passing,
you get clammy and tense

Tossing and turning
past 3 AM
You sit up in bed,
and then you see-
Him

The master of the puppets
conductor of parades
He's the one behind the scenes
pulling strings on these charades

He will do anything
to keep you from sleeping
No matter the heartache
or who ends up weeping

His laugh is a cackle
that rings in your ears
His heart is so cold
it freezes your tears

He'll dance in these circles
to drive you up the wall
He finds such hilarity
in every step that you crawl
...Crawling away from him.

And just before
you've reached the shade
Under a tree,
far from that parade

You stop.
and ask him his name.
His response is:
"Dear child, I'm the name of the game".

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  • 18 years ago

    by Stabbylou

    Ohh, that's amazing, absolutely credible work, best thing i've read in ages

    well done and thanks for your comment, meant loads xx

  • 20 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    This is a very interesting subject... never read a poem quite like this. I really enjoyed the vivid imagery!!!