Insomnia

in between

a black-winged dove

 

hovered near the moon  

 

as a fist thundered through the wall

 

she was sinking into her tears

 

feeling the barbs from her pillow of dreams

 

twisted shadows taunting  

 

drunken echoes

 

in this endless night

 

and how she could feel them

 

a million eyes , staring

 

outside her broken window

 

there , down there  

 

in the streets , those dirty streets

 

away from their beds

 

sleepless  

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'and how she could feel them

a million eyes , staring'

quite brilliant in its effect, we are drawn into her nightmare vision with an intense and very immediate flow of images. i loved the way you broke up the flow towards the end with a change of rhythm, the last word light in texture. stunning!

[Frieda P]

I know this feeling all too well,

'feeling the barbs from her pillow of dreams

twisted shadows taunting'

'a million eyes, staring'
and feeling as though people can see right through you to your anguish.

Such a lovely way to put a horror to words. Well done my friend.

[MoriartyMesa]

The scene for me splits between Rage, Fear, Vice, and what I remember from my football days as called "Nailing The Numbers". Nice feeling of the chest caving in just a little bit to make a pair of lungs slightly annoying due to a major shock of brute force words.

[Lorna]

I felt like eyes were watching me as I read, this is incredible and I love it

[Phibby Venable]

wonderful poem Robin and i love the black winged dove,
so much of what bad dreams are. And the eyes of darkness of course.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Tis a poem of greatness.....has a Mardi Gras feel to it, not sure why other than the million eyes in those streets, those dirty streets. and of course the insomnia, too. lol

Genius, really.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

the agony caused by internal demons beautifully displayed in the tones of a funeral march devoid of hope

[Desert Dreamer]

The image you have created is all too real...I feel angry and yet powerless to protect her. We live in a crazy world where things like this happen more often that I even want to think about.

[Mockingbird]

lovely and descriptive, dark and noirish. great poem.

[Stammers]

twisted shadows taunting

drunken echoes

in this endless night

and how she could feel them

a million eyes , staring

outside her broken window


I'm such a fan. Shallow reply - but then when something leaves you speechless, its the only thing you have.

[Aidz]

Lack of sleep induced hallucinations and the paranoid breed in the streets