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| Insomnia |
| I lay in bed staring straight up in the pitch blackness of my room,
How the darkness and confinement rival that of an ancient tomb. I try to focus on sleeping, but the thoughts in my mind will not ease. All thoughts come to the surface at once, how I wish they would cease. I turn my head as I look at the clock on my nightstand; The red illuminating numbers look angry; my slumber they demand. Yawning, I turn away, trying to clear my head, to fall asleep. The minutes tick by, and still wide awake; not dreaming deep. Looking at the time, an hour has passed, still restless as ever. Will I again ever have a good night sleep as I used to? Never. Perhaps when in the arms of a lover or friend for comfort? I arise to get some sleep aids as my last resort. I take two with water, and lay down in my usual sleep position. Another hour passes and I think what to do in this situation. Soon I hear the birds chirping, though it�s still dark through my drapes. I know what�s coming and dread it, but there is no escape. As I finally doze off, the alarm goes off as it�s time for another day, I hit the snooze button, hoping that 5 minutes will chase the fatigue away. I throw my arm over my eyes, cursing the morning, The alarm sounds again, I arise, my attitude; scorching. Every night this dreadful insomnia makes my mornings a living hell. Each morning I feel tired enough to sleep for a long spell. That night brings another rush of thoughts to my mind, Leaving any hope for sleep, far far behind. � copyright 4/5/06 Melia Teka |
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