Insomnia

Insomnia

 

Like a hot knife to butter,

he melts her

into little pieces.

Her eyes

grow tired of tears.

She longs for sleep,

still, he strives to keep

her awake with doubts and fears.

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

This is great, Inda...I've been there ;-) Seems "he" sleeps soundly while "she" is up all night running through it, over and over...I wonder if it could be a hot knife, though, just to bring the "melts her..." into better perspective. Awesome work, at any rate. Thanks for sharing it with us.

[Inda]

Thanks, i like that idea, appreciate the r&R. Hot knife it is!

[KAOlmsted]

My pleasure, of course, doll...any time.

[plainme]

Arguments? Ones thoughts that won't let them sleep? I had to read this one a second time. I like the change of perspective here, cause the way I see it, it must be a personal matter. It makes you realise the fact that the two sides of an argument are almost even, not perfectly even of course. The hot knife to butter is a nice way to bring the message across, very visual as well! Great write, Inda! Keep them comin'!

[Carolann Dowsett]

Been there in more ways than one. Nicely written.

[Blue Lotus]

This is beautiful writen She longs for sleep,

still, he strives to keep

her awake with doubts and fears.

lovely lines

[Inda]

Thank you, mean a lot. :)

[Blue Lotus]

ur wlc Inda :-)

[quinfinn]

and if you have no butter...you're toast! well penned.

[Inda]

Thank you!

[quinfinn]

always welcome

[Baby Ricochet]

Great poem inda. Short and to the point