Wakefulness

 

 

The dark flashes and wild repressed thoughts of the day

Come out to haunt and to play

Thoughts begin to race

Horrific images drop by to keep me awake

It's unbelievable what goes on in my head

Manicky ramblings and lists of things I need to do

My energy swirls and I'm hyper-awake

Too tired to go downstairs or get anything done

I hit bottom when the light peeks in the window

Then I'm too exhausted to stay awake

I spend the day sluggish as hell

Until I climb in bed again at night

When again the dark flashes and  weird repressed thoughts of the day

Come back to haunt and to play

 

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

I Love this !! Maybe we should start a whole community of insomniacs . The land of the waking dead. This poem sounds like my life. Have you been following me around or is paranoia a byproduct of insomnia ? Im so tierd i can't think straight. Maybe i should get some rest before i continue with my review. I'll get back to you on that.......


Mr.Lopez

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Are you in my head? lol That is a scary coincidence that I read your poem that so brilliantly describes insomnia as I am having it. Perhaps it is the season for it with all the to do lists of the holiday and what not. Wonderful write, especially the repeating of the second verse, really tied it up nicely.