Insomniac

Insomniac 

Why am I still awake?

Eyes wide open, 

As if it is Noon?

Shouldn't I be in the deep, dark

Clutches of Morpheus?

Dreaming of babbling brooks,

With water as clear as the sky,

Running over pebbles weathered as smooth as

A baby's cheek,

And light glinting off the silver bellies

Of the sunfish. 

Or perhaps maybe of a candy shop.

With an infinite amount of shelves filled

With candy in every single color imaginable, and then some.

Of big glass jars the size of watermelons, overflowing with

Jelly beans, gumballs, gummie bears, caramels, chocolates,

Jolly ranchers, taffy, mints... the list is infinite.

In every nook and cranny there'd be something new to

Tantalize the taste buds.

 I could be procuring these dreams,

But instead I lie here awake.

At a war with myself, my brain, the clock. 

At last, when there seems to be no hope left,

I fall into an empty slumber.

There are no sunfish or jelly beans,

There is only sleep.

Reviews

[Bruni]

Thanks for the comments :)

[NovaKai]

beautiful descriptions. And i know how insomnia feels......believe me.

[dangerbooze]

Ah, insomnia...my old friend. I've been there. Thinking of why I haven't fallen asleep yet or why I'm not dreaming. I'm sure most of us have been there.