Insomnia

Insomnia

A Poem by JanMarie

awake, awake...
half past midnight
and i'm awake,
the only human conscious
at this inhuman hour of unconsciousness.
when i was young,
this was the "witching hour" --
the hour when toys came alive
to fight the under-the-bed goblins,
and all good children stayed out of the battle
by clinging to sleep --
at all costs --
sleep, sleep...
the goblins are back,
but the toys are gone,
and the sleep will not come.
awake, awake...
quarter to one and the battle has just begun.

© 2008 JanMarie


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really good.
love how at the end you go back to the begining with the toys.
nice.

Posted 16 Years Ago


this is kinda cool very cute!

~Frances~

Posted 16 Years Ago


ah, the "witching hour" one of my favorite times of being (iffen i aint gotz to work the next morning). i love the toy imagery and the counting of passing time. almost everyone can relate to this i am sure for we all have ....goblins...who come back-- especially when we are feeling defenseless and protector-less. this is one of my favorites.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I really liked this a lot. It is very descriptive and, to one who knows the feeling well, it is exactly like lying awake in the middle of the night. I especially liked the imagery of the toys.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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JanMarie
JanMarie

Palestine, TX



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