InsomniaA Poem by Charles Chukwuani
when the body's eyes close
the mind's eye awakens instead of counting sheep I end up wondering where the shepherd is cursing this wicked imagination that refuses to give in to sleep's persuasion out of the darkness Hindsight comes wearing his usual bland grey suit sitting high in his armchair perspective judging me tormenting me with memories past decisions that I would give anything to take back he's laughing Hindsight is since he knows that his vision is like a Timberlake album yet mine is blind because my eyes are closed and all I want to do is sleep the memories continue and in a slim fitting dress there comes Despair reaching out her hand for our usual dance and so we waltz through the motions she brings out my pains whispering them seductively into my ears her hopeless allure tempts me so I want to just give in give in and let go engulfed in the horror of my own reality ruminating on what it feels like to close one's eyes and just sleep the last to visit is Hope but he only stays for a few moments indescribably blissful moments like those Sunday afternoons where you watch your two sons play with your wife by your side and everything is okay yet slowly the moment starts to fade away replaced by flashing images of three graves a bottle of Henny a car crushed under the weight of a tree and as a guard walks by my cell I ask him if he has any tips on how to fall asleep.
© 2013 Charles Chukwuani
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2 Reviews Added on September 25, 2013 Last Updated on September 25, 2013 AuthorCharles ChukwuaniAbuja, NigeriaAbout21 year old student. Just going through the motions of life I guess. Anime/video game lover. Asian culture enthusiast. more..Writing
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