Insomnia

Before you scan the core of sleep, first de-cluster
it ,then decorticate its frustration. Live less
in the pleasure of being alive, sleep lesser
as if your mind has gone sleep walking
or is doing night-shifts, until you feel
the night as long as life time and an special
nostalgia of homelessness

when evicted from sleep, restless
as you recall in vain where the sleep
of the child you've lost. As you become
acquainted
with which of life's vexations, the brain
chews thoughts, re-rampages memories,
shuttles between the excitement of hopes

and the crash of breaking futures, then
you turn in vain to sleep-inducing lullaby, confession, prayer
and the knock-out drops, to win the battle
against drooping eyelids to join the universal nod, only
to realize the monster-insomnia is you
who forces sleep to turn inside out
its garment of insomnolence




Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2021-12-14 at 05:49

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I liked this; it has the fevered feel of the experience of insomnia, with ones mind casting about in the ever waking reality of sleep deprivation, a well earned selection.
2022-01-08


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2022-01-03