The Insomniac Cries

 

And every night I curse myself and lie underneath a spinning ceiling,

Turn out the light and let myself absorb the feeling.

My days are so mixed up, when morning’s night and dawn is time to sleep,

And dreams bounce between these walls to keep from settling with me under the sheets.

 

I cannot rip you from my brain,

You’ve driven me down further than before.

I can’t stop the ringing in my ears,

The stinging of my tears, the pounding of my fears

The pain I may find looking down the barrel of a loaded gun,

But that may be the most fun I have

While you’re tearing up the inside of my head

While I lie awake, listening to what was never said.

Reviews

[The Autumn Faerie]

It was the title that drew me to this one, for there are times I certainly live the life of an insomniac!
And, my muse is insane, and she likes to make me write late at night, (the only reason I'm awake at 4:30 in the morning... lol.)

'Tis good to see a piece I can relate to at this hour!
I liked the last line, especially... I often do the same thing... *sigh*

Take care,
Raye

[Butch Decatoria]

to lose sleep because of someone you vie affections for, it is vicious--such distress can only be replaced with another... i hope for you to receive what you howl for at the moon...

~~Pfluffer

[Mark D. Chevalier]

Even though short, the depth of the pain you show is intense. You have a gift for precision and a direct form of brevity that is "in my humble opinion" very powerful. Nice work!
M

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

I can remember nights like this. Great use of imagery, wonderfully written. Loved the flow. Nicely done

Great Write.

[J. James Reider]

I can relate to this piece... dawn seems to be time for bed for me too... this is very powerful and moving, you said so much with so few words. It has a really good flow to it which makes it very readable. Good Job!