Insomnia

Once again, this is just me winging it, hopefully it comes out okay... let me know what you think!

Insomnia.

My mental imprisonment.

The one thing

they can't deny.

 

                                    They call me a

                                    hypochondriac.

                                    They might be right.

                                    How would I be able

 

      to tell?

 

However,

my sleeping disorder

is not a questionable

matter.

 

                                    After all,

                                    when someone lies

                                    in bed until 3 AM

                                    awake, what question

 

  is there to ask?

They say,

Get to bed now,

you'll fall asleep

faster!

 

                                    If that was the case,

                                    would I even have this

                                    problem?

Drink some

herbal tea,

It'll relax you're

mind!

                                    But decaf can't make me

                                    drowsy like

                                    regular tea can.

It's all

in your head!

If you think you can,

you will!

                                    Ah, that's where you're

                                    wrong, naive

                                    9-hour sleepers.

 

 

 

...to be continued,

im being rushed into bed...

such irony... 

 

Ah,

back in the safety

and stability of

daytime.

                                    Nobody to rush

                                    me.

                                    Nobody to blame

                                    me

for something I can't

control.

 

If my

       disorder

had

      an FAQ section,

the

         most popular

would

         undoubtedly

be;

                                   

                                    What do you do,

                                    when you can't

                                    sleep?

They want to know

what keeps me

occupied.

                                    The answer is simple;

I read.

                                    Novels,

                                    poetry,

                                    reference,

                                    anything

to keep me

occupied.

 

I write.

                                    Journals,

                                    poetry,

                                    ideas.

                                    Everything

that comes to

mind.

 

Mostly,

                                    I lie there.

                                    Tired,

                                    uncomfortable,

                                    hollow.

In need of

something.

 

                                    Something

                                    I havent yet

                                    come to

know.

 

                                    I lie there,

                                    dwelling on

                                    the past.

                                    Moments

of embarassment,

of horror,

of pain,

of weakness.

                                    Moments

of love,

of hate,

of joy,

of sorrow.

                                    I've been asked

wether I used drugs.

 

                                   No

                                    I'd reply.

                                   Why do you ask?

It seems I appear

constantly high.

That's only 'cuz

they haven't seen

                                    my dark side.

They haven't seen

                                    me get upset.

They haven't seen

                                    me angry.

If they saw that,

                                    they'd think

I'd be better off

                                    on medication.

So maybe I should

be on drugs,

in a way...

                                    but still,

                                    I'm far from

                                    it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Just an FYI, I DO actually have insomnia and people HAVE thought I was high just because I was in a really good mood! (That's actually a pretty rare thing (me in a good mood, that is.))
So please review this and keep in mind, it was a spurr of the moment poem.
(Is that how you spell spurr?)

Reviews

[Working Class Scarecrow]

EMBRACE IT! 3 or 4 in the morning is when i do my best work! ..... but don't take medication.... pharmaceutical drugs are no good. i'd suggest herbs like Skullcap or chamomile... skull cap is stronger... me? i smoke a lil ganja before bed when it's real bad... or i just stay awake! and ride the sleep dep high til the next night when i just can't stay awake anymore.... but yeah, write write write....