The Random Thoughts of An Insomniac

 

The Random Thoughts of An Insomniac

 

I hear a clock ticking that doesnt exist.

I feel a punch to the face but i see no fist.

A tear runs down my cheek but I'm not crying.

I feel alive but I'm also dying.

 

Black is Black,

We cant change that.

But why would we?

Darkness is pretty.

 

Shadows never cease to amaze.

They always send me into a daze.

I see them move, I see them dance.

As to fleeing from them, we have no chance.

 

Have you ever sat alone in a room and thought,

Tomorrow I shall go to the moon!

No?

Neither have I.

 

I long to be somewhere hot.

Somewhere the breeze never stops.

Somewhere you can act a fool but not be one.

Somewhere you can dance all night and just have fun.

 

Author's Note

Well my friends, its 4:27 in the morning and this poem is the result of my worsening insomnia. ENJOY!!!

Reviews

[bre]

I think most writers suffer from insomnia, so you are not alone, lol. I am in fact reviewing this piece at 3:51-am ha ha. my favorite line in your poem is "Darkness is pretty." I read the line 3time and smiled. because i am sitting in the dark now and it is in fact amazingly beautiful. nice write, =]

[An owl on the moon]

Read your note! Oh my! You've created a piece that captures that sense of that moment in the depth of the night... before the sun awakens... and the thoughts drifting here and there across the world. Excellent write!

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

I agree with the comment below, powerful and outstanding. I can sense a struggle of a need to breakthrough; I can sort off relate to this poem since I *think* I have insomnia.... As naive as it sounds...

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is powerful and you told a outstanding story. I like the feel and desire to escape. I like the ending. Need to act a fool and dance under the moon light. A outstanding poem.
Coyote