A poem on insomnia, at request of @jameswilsonjr (wish you good health) ☺☺☺ ©
mom, I really can't sleep.
She bites her lip when she is nervous. That’s rare though.
An insomniac stream of consciousness.
To all those awake at 3:00 am. For the prompt ‘tired’.
2:14 AM. Words don't describe, this feeling.
In the reverie of farraginous memories.
Jazz music plays. Coffee is brewing.
I dream more than I'm awake My soul is struggling to keep up
my first poem, written during a long boring sleepless night
Why waste time dwelling on what cannot be changed. Why waste time drilling and rearranging concepts that go unchanging.
A poem about insomnia. It's a battle in my bedroom every night. I was trying to go back to sleep this morning, but I started writing this in my head instead...so....here we are.
The weird shadowy figures I used to see in my worse state of mind. Strangers to me. From the strange side of the universe.
Depression is an invisible monster with the power to destroy.
Midnight poetry because my brain is fried from doing homework. Lmk what you think! Hope you enjoy!
habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep
this is a personal struggle, true to me. and many others, i'm sure.