Insomnia

This is what tends to happen if you can't sleep and there is a pen and paper in sight.

 

11:42 p.m.

the clock whispers

as I stare out of my window

 

my illuminated room

so ironic, it seems

against the black backdrop

of the immobilized avenue

called "Curiosity"

 

11:45 p.m.

a single car

a single passenger

screeches across the clammy pavement

a fleeting aspiration

that perhaps I am not alone tonight.

 

11:45 p.m.

but the car turns the corner

and the bleak strip of road

returns once more

 

11:47 p.m.

Children who lost awareness

hours ago

Husbands' late nights at the office

come to a close

Mothers stir in their sleep

planning in their dreams

 

11:50

Nothing in motion

Too quiet, too monotonous

Only the flickering streetlight

keeps me company

 

11:51

Utterly alone.

I begin to ponder

Who else sits unaccompanied as I do?

How many others must lie awake

feeling so out of place

in this perpetual darkness?

 

11:55 p.m.

If I am still enough

I can feel the earth strain

Longingly turning towards the sun

once again

 

11:59

my bedroom lamp

seems so incomparable

to this black hole

that envelops my entire being

 

12:00 a.m.

My eyes return to reality

And my body to my bed

eyelids finally surrender

and my head falls against my pillow-

 

For tomorrow is here

and tomorrow is all I needed.

 

12:01 a.m.

Reviews

[Bear]

This reminds me of pages I've written in the past; up all hours of the night; writing my thoughts upon the page; trying to release the thoughts within so, I could settle my thoughts enough to sleep once, I put my head down; usually just before dawn. I wonder how many writers have noted the hour upon the page? I used to pen endless letters night into day; sleep and then start up again with another page... on and on sometimes for nights into days into night again. Must have been 22 years ago when I put my thoughts into those letters and sent them off to my touchstone. I probably have copies of those letters in some of the notebooks which are upon the shelf to my right. It's 3:32 a.m. and horizontal I must become so I might get the sleep, I now need. I like your style, keep putting your thoughts upon the page. Bear

[laceyjane23]

Very nicely done! I have been there a time or two myself!
keep on writing
laceyjane