Insomnia

My depiction of how insomnia progresses to insanity.

Awake? / Asleep?

The days seem longing, crying, begging to come to an end.

Always waiting, never happening.

Clocks tick, eyes staring into the bliss of nothingness.

Alone...afraid...darkness.

mind wanders from what is to isn't

thoughts broken, eyes full of darkness feeling heavy yet never closing

I turn to the wall

the wall is my comfort, a friend.

yet it's gaze is so lonely..blank.

never sleeping, always watching.

what words could be said if a wall could but speak.

Friend?...enemy?  never shall I know.

Yet the dull gaze back resembles myself.

pathetic, broken, these are my thoughts.

insanity creeps from darkness

filling my mind one drop at a time

noise! what's that?

Darkness shifts.. was it real?

chills down my spine

cold hands grasp my soul.

i was decieved.

Silly wall.

You win.

 

 

Author's Note

Not sure where this came from, I have never written a poem without rhyming. Please let me know what you think :-)!

Reviews

[Pamela A. Lamppa]

I hate it when the wall wins. This was quite well done. You evoke emotion and thought fluently. Nice work. ~Pamela

[OverTheHorizon]

hey ! i really love this poem it brought me back into deep feeings i had about my sisters death and kinda a depression state after that ... i felt the same way until i realized i only had to shift my paridigm! great writing ... keep it up!!

[Angel Baby]

I think it's fantastic and describes my insomnia to a tee. Never thought to put it into words, but you did it so well. I will have to put this in my favorites so the next time someone asks me..."what's it like to have insomnia", I will have an answer....thanks! PW