Eye of the storm

By Parson Thru

Mon, 07 Jul 2014
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From the desolation of this bed
I contemplate the storm
Sleep has abandoned me
Dreams will not come near

I've tried all I can
Nothing works

So I lie, sweating, on the mattress
watching debris fly around my head
Fighting madness

Images of tired tomorrow,
insomniac taunts,
haunt me
filling me with epic gloom

I turn out the light again
but sleep will not be drawn
into this room

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Hi PT.

I love this one. You have that feeling just right - from the desolation of the bed, to the debris flying round the head. The worst of it is the knowledge of how tired you'll be through the following day, and forcing the the issue of sleep increases the impossibility. Such is the battle. I'm still looking for the switch that shuts off the brain at night.

Liked your rhymes, too.

Bee x

Bee

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you, Bee. Not a nice place. I can see how some people give up on sleep.

Parson Thru