Can't Sleep - A Slam Poem

This was written as a short slam poem, addressing a problem with my schedule.

     I know I should go to bed. But this well of uncertainty inside my stomach gnaws on me like steel jaws, inevitably working it's way to a grisly and somewhat untimely conclusion. These all to frequent long nights and hazy lights disrupt my already fragile sleep, throwing wrenches into the cogs of the everyday. Falling, falling, how I wish for that falling sensation, then boom...landing in dreamland amongst the dreams and hopes and bastardized renditions of daily issues that only seem possible in the blessed arms of sleep. Limbs and eyelids heavy, I toss and turn and writhe under blankets, too hot then too cold without them. The clock reads two but my mind says twelve, and work calls to me, getting louder and louder the closer and closer seven a.m. gets. My eyes close and I settle down, dreams of her floating through the ethereal in my mind, so much ephemera cast into a murky sea, then BUZZZZ my alarm rings, lights fade into my window as my eyes fade open. I crawl limp and lifeless from my bed and tumble to the shower, hoping heat and steam can invigorate me at least for a moment, but I find only cold and bright bathroom lights. I hate waking up.

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

*smiles* Its funny, because I can picture you doing this. Can almost see you fighting with your sheets and hoping for sleep.

I really really like being able to read your stuff. I don't know how to explain just how much. :}

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Well penned. Fighting sleep isn't very much fun.Thank you for sharing. Debileah