Insomnia

by Peter Williams   Apr 23, 2005


The midnight hour,
When everyone's dreaming,
In a world of their own imagination,
I lay awake.
Thinking thoughts no mortal man should think,
A million thoughts all at once.
Always thinking......
Always thinking......
Every normal man, woman, child is asleep,
Unaware of the world that still lays awake.
I envy them.
I wish I could sleep,
I wish I could dream.
Why am I awake?
Why can't I sleep?
Why can't I dream?
Insomnia......
It poisons me.
To be alone,
But to be surrounded.
It's all nonsense,
Utter nonsense,
Nothing but nonsense.
My friends......
Sometimes they sicken me.
Grow up!
Even my best friend is lost to me......
Especially my best friend.
He is two people.
The I one I call "my friend", he calls on the weekend, he cheers me up, he catches me if I fall.
This other one......
I know him only as an acquaintance, he mocks me, he laughs at me behind my back, he thinks he's better.
He is not my friend,
He never was.
It's all nonsense,
God Damn Nonsense!
Make it stop!
Have I not serve my purpose?
What left is there for me to do?
Do I not deserve to die?
Please let me free......
Before......
Before I snap.
You've taken everything from me,
You can at least give me death.
Insomnia......
Finally,
It let's me sleep.

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