Fall Asleep

If I could fall asleep

And dream a little dream

If I could close my eyes

And join the sleep scene

Eyelids they grow heavy

But thoughts and mind running steady

The little demon in my brain

Insomnia is his twisted name

Please let me fall asleep

Into the clouds I wish to dream

Falling slowly

Here I go

So close to dreaming

But my body screams no

Constant battle

Who will win

I, who wishes for my dreams

Or that little demon within

Reviews

[Devons]

Insomnia is indeed like a demon, it's a good metaphor - like something living within us, out of our control. It's almost like a clock ticking in our minds, like electricity that keeps on sparking and won't settle. An awful situation. Perhaps there are further personalities existing within our own that do not sleep. The tension created by that demon is evident here, almost like a headache to consider, in itself. That pain is perpetual, and one senses that when the poem ends it could easily be about to begin again.

[Tina]

I just love, love, love that last stanza!!

[J3ssInJupit3r]

Thank you!

[Briana]

My goodness this is every night of my life. I'm so impressed with your portrayal of very human problem. The flow was wonderful in almost all places, word choice was sublime. I'm interested in more!

[alifeacoustic]

I have so been there, done it and bought the t shirt. The calmness that you should feel replaced by more and more anxiety at not being calm, thoughts whirring so quickly, they barely have time to be thought, let alone answered. Fast paced read resembles that anxiety. well written piece. Thank you for sharing and I hope sleep comes to you tonight.

[Aella Magne]

I think you've done a great job illustrating how it is every night with our common enemy! I especially liked your last paragraph; the way you ended the poem like that. (Hope you win the battle for sleep tonight!)