Insomnia

a poem I wrote when I couldn't sleep

6:36 a.m. and I am wide awake.

I’ve slept, at most, two hours tonight.

I know I am tired,

I feel it in my bones.

They’re heavy and they pull me towards the ground

with such a strength I simply cannot resist.

My eyes are burning from a lack of moisture.

The bags under my eyes are

full of groceries of yesterday’s experiences.

I know I should sleep; I want to sleep.

I’ve tried everything from counting sheep

to reciting every good part of yesterday.

Nothing is working because

my mind is racing,

racing faster than a speeding bullet.

My brain is clogged with thoughts and worries.

Anxiety keeps my mind awake while

the rest of me begs and screams

for an unsilenceable silence.

There’s a hum in my fluttering heart

as my brain whispers

deep and dark fears into my thoughts.

There is no escape.

I am alone.

The night is calm and quiet,

unlike me; unlike my mind.

I want to cry, but I am too tired.

I want to sleep, but I am too awake.

6:36 a.m. and I am wide awake,

and all alone.

Author's Note

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