The first poem I ever wrote to an inanimate space of time.
Why do the lovesick find it difficult to sleep?
Why can't I close my eyes and dream of the one I dreamt of last night?


Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night
I'm lovesick.
Sleepless Night
Drown me,
Take over my body
Consume me.

Sleepless Night
I'm lovesick
I don't want to
Think bout him.
But you don't give me
Much choice.

You ridicule
My human weakness.
Sleepless Night.
Don't make me an insomniac
I don't want
To need pills.

I'm drunk already
In his love
In his arms
In his heart
Let me dream
Let me dream of him
Again.

May I never awake
Out of his embrace
May we sway together
Harmoniously
May the music never fade
May it always be pleasant.

Oh Sleepless Night
Forgive my vulnerability
Your evil twin, Slumber Deep
Has given me Hope, Joy,
Endless possibilities,
Like a door left open.

You keep me awake
And warn me of the dangers
On the 'other side'
And yet my curious weak heart
Needs to venture forth
Behind those doors.

Of the unknown
I am mysteriously intrigued.
So let me go
Let me go
Into the unreal world
Of passion and lust

Let me have what they have
Why deprive my weak heart
These simple joys?

You use a loud snore,
A noisy air plane,
A catchy tune,
A blinking screen,
An un-put-down-able book,
To keep me from my dreams.

You succeed.
I sit up
Holding up a white flag.
I watch the shadows
Behind the curtain
I ask myself

'Am I being ridiculous?
This can't be love
Can it?'

No Sleepless Night
You are just a result
Of an undigested dinner.

Nothing else
How can my weak heart
Have anything to do with you.

Slumber Deep
I'm not lovesick
Slumber Deep
Drown me
Take over my body
Consume me.




Poetry by Parnika
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Written on 2007-01-30 at 06:43

Tags Night  Insomnia  You 

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Mark J. Wood
The advantage with not being asleep is that you don't have to wake up to reality. Very often, the morning sees the night's worries as insignificant; the pain-process works. Sometimes, a sleepless night makes you so exhausted that you have a lovely sleep during the day. Ramble over.
2007-02-22