The Insomniac

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Kunera, Mar 17, 2009.

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  1. Kunera

    Kunera Well-Known Member

    Nothing too major, just a random poem I ended up writing for my Creative Writing class. I figured I'd share it.

    The Insomniac

    Trapped in bed, thoughts swirling.
    Eyes closed, nothing changing.
    The desire to fall unconscious.
    A desire that will not be satisfied.

    I have to get plenty of sleep tonight!
    It doesn’t matter.
    I have a big day tomorrow!
    It doesn’t matter.
    I can’t just lie here all night!
    It doesn’t matter.

    I can protest, all I want.
    Nothing will change.
    I can try to block out my thoughts.
    Nothing will change.
    I can try to ignore the stresses of daily life.
    Nothing will change.

    So many people that trust me, that depend on me!
    I cannot let them down.
    So many people, with injured feelings, wanting to talk to me!
    I cannot let them down.
    So many people, turning to me, when everyone else has ignored them.
    I cannot let them down.

    Over thinking, over feeling.
    The life of the insomniac is a challenging one.
    Always tired, yet too tired to sleep.
    Too tired to rest.
    Too stressed to relax.
     
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    awesome :heart:
     
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