Insomniac nightmares

by Austin   Jan 2, 2006


With insomnia, minutes become seconds, hours become mins and weeks become days. All the memories and thoughts that you try to hide find you, as new thoughts and realities gets entangled with all the fiction that is inside your head.
As u try to sort through all of it you start to wish for what isn't there and wish for the truth to disappear and you get lost in what is real.
Sleep is but a distant dream, and when a lil sleep does accrue it comes as a twilight, were you almost sleep with you eyes open, you can see and understand that your asleep but are unable to move.
But as you sit back and let all the thoughts take there course, you notice patterns, and can see what it is you care about most and which persons haunt you deepest thoughts, and you find short periods of clarity, which is happening right now as i type this.

Haunted by regrets and wishes, i strive to maintain sanity as i create a new reality.

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  • 18 years ago

    by lynn

    Holly fu.kin crap! that was goood..really sweety great poem..stay up and when u fall and dont feel u can get up..crawl..great job..im out