Insomnia

Hello friends!

(I don’t want to alarm anyone but it appears that I have a “catchphrase.” Is it just me or have I started most of my blogs with that? Anyway, on to the topic of today’s post.)

I am often up late at night not being able to sleep. The other night I wrote a few poems about that and I’m going to share one with you now. This poem is not my usual style of poetry so I’m not actually sure if it’s considered poetry. I’m an uncultured swine,  I know. I didn’t finish college so you can blame that for my lack of knowledge.

I started this poem with just the word insomnia and just kinda went from there. I’m not going to lie to you, I actually really like this. I was struggling with the ending so in all honesty it might not be finished, but what is this blog for if not to share my progress. Right? I knew you would agree with me.

For those of you who continue to read every week, I want to thank you so much. It really makes keeping this blog active so much easier. I wish you all the best this world can offer. As always, I welcome your feedback in the comments. I look forward to reading what you all have to say.

Enjoy!

Insomnia (poem)

Insomnia
I use that word lightly and I know that I shouldn’t
But I can’t help myself
Because I can’t bring myself to tell you
I’m still scared of the dark
And that I get nightmares more often than dreams

I keep myself up
The bulb in the lamp has almost lost its light
And I hope it holds on just a little longer
Like I hoped you would hold on just a little longer

You used to sing me to sleep
And by that I mean
You used to tell me it would be okay
By that I mean
You told me bedtime stories of girls who always won their battles
And by that, I mean
You told me I would win this battle
And I told you
That I couldn’t do this alone
And you promised that I would never have to

But where are you now?
It’s 1:30 in the morning
The light from the lamp keeps dimming
And I’m not sure how long it will hold on
It too promised it would stay

And here we are
All questions but no answers
Because it isn’t we
It’s me
Here I am
Alone in this room too scared to move
And I don’t know how it came to this

I call it insomnia
When really, this lack of sleep
Is only me


 

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. WOW. did you have coffee or are you like this all the time ? (joking)
    I loved you poem your writing is honest and truthful … thank you

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  2. Great poem! I think it would be powerfully open-ended, sort of “all questions and no answers,” if you took off the last word, so the last line just says “Is only” and trails off without answering.

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    1. That would be awesome! Thanks for the feedback

      Like

  3. I liked insomnia immensely….if you continue writing such nice poems I am afraid I will sure become an insomniac….hahaha….

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    1. I mean, I can’t promise anything.
      Thanks so much!!!

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