My Life Without Sleep
Sleep is a stranger to me,
Once her familiar touch caressed me daily.
Where has she gone, that I may be left,
Alone.
Cold thick sweat,
where once was — soothing warmth
of sleeps sweet embrace.
Pressure, pumps and pounds
my temples flushed with blood
my mind, devoid of dreams.
What dreams ? Dreams of slumber?
Of relaxation, a deserted beach.
Waves lap cool against my toes.
These dreams, this short affair,
with another life, one better, calmer
Than this hectic jumbled junk of an existence?
Bring back my dreams, my inner peace.
My quiet moment of reflection.
Sleep, Sleep please return!
Oh jilted lover, make warm my bed,
as on my pillow I rest my head.
Take me far way, from these earthly troubles.
I feel her creeping slowly up the hall,
curling, quickly up the sheets,
eyes sore, lids heavy she comes,
her warm embrace once more.
Into,
Silent Bliss,
I Fall.
Comments
nice one Craig… I can relate to this so much
It started as a journal, it was going to be a rant about my frustrating week and the lack of sleep, and why I hate timezones. But, well the spirit moved me to write instead. :)
Nice work, yeah the recent wave of humid/hot weather has turned me into an insomniac.
As a life long insomniac, I understand. Great work.
i can’t sleep either tonight
i know how you feel! you write so beautiful.
Wonderful work, I can relate at times.
I can relate to that too
Oh my gosh! I didn’t know you were a writer, too! Your talent astounds me, Craig – as does this poem! :) Beautifully worded. Vivid imagery/metaphors. I love the fourth stanza especially! Nice, organic rhyme scheme there… I almost didn’t notice it! The more I read over this piece the more I am impressed! You’ve even got some good alliteration going! ‘Sleep>Stranger’ ‘Pressure>Pumps>Pounds’ ‘Devoid>Dreams’… Very enjoyable read, Craig.
Well written, Craig! Insomnia is my way of life too and I know how wonderful it is when you finally have a night without it!