SLEEPLESS
While all the normal souls are sleeping
I am wide awake, alone
My mind is screaming when it should be dreaming
I am lost in this cyclone
My body fights against exhaustion
Stubbornly denying peace
Should I seek a deal with Faustian
& let my soul decay, decrease?
I am already fading
I am a walking shell
I am so tired of this crusading
I am over living in this hell
If I could, I'd sleep forever
& dream my way to perfect bliss
What a marvellous endeavour
To be free at last from this abyss
But while all the normal souls are sleeping
I am wide awake, alone
My body screaming when it should be dreaming
& I am lost in this cyclone
©CJ
Insomnolence
Awake. I stir. I twist. I turn. I roll. The languorous night... expecting sleep...renders me still more restless. Lightning thoughts rend the stillness. A word creeps in. What a ponderous thing it is! How anxious it makes me! Alive. It throbs - it pesters - it harrasses. Obsessed with such a weighty word it impresses itself upon me. Like some twisted, ironical fate in nature. Like that parasitic Cordyceps to the mind of the ant, that destroys its host while ensuring its own propagation, this word permeates and pervades. Transfixed, this word keeps me awake at night. Oh word, “Insomnia”, how I lose sleep over you! How you keep me up at night - how you torment me!