Awake For Too Long

Self-explanatory.

I'm tired.
I should sleep.
For every minute that passes,
my vision progressively gets worse.
Things look blurry.
I can't focus.
My eyelids twitch themselves open,
no matter how much I wish they would shut.
I have nothing to do but lay here.
Awaiting something that's not coming.
My legs ache,
as well as the rest of my body.
I hear voices.
Random noises.
They're amusing,
but a bit frightening.
I know that they can go away.
If I could only get to sleep...

Author's Note

I edit my work a lot. So from time to time you may see some changes...

Reviews

[Gee]

Nothing worse, and the more we try the less chance of sleep coming. I've counted flocks of sheep, counted to numbers mind numbingly high, all to no avail. Well penned

[Crow]

This is a great write, it reminds me...well of now...when my insomnia demon strikes. Well penned.

[Miles Wilburn]

This poem was so descriptive I could see it as I read it. Great writing!

[Lilith]

Very nice dear.

I agree with Neva, you have described Insomnia very well. This poem is very effective and the emotions are clear as day. Nice job.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Insomnia is a terrible thing, you have penned this well