I WANT TO SLEEP

Living among the sick
and the sickening what else
shall I carry except
germs and allergens that keep
me tossing and turning
from 10 p.m. to 4 a.m.

perhaps from the day one
I've never slept well and now
I want to sleep without pills
drinks, zines or sex
thoughtless, prayerless, in peace



Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-09-12 at 12:04

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jacy
it's horrible when you having trouble getting to sleep. you try everything, even some ridiculous things, just to get some sleep. the feeling of desperation seems to come through too.
2005-09-27


R.K.Singh
Hi, epohonci and Eight-feet: The poem does echo a death-wish: but, personally, it has been a way to counter my own sleeplessness; I can't recall when exactly I had a sound sleep without a pill. One night, in desperation I composed this poem, trying to sleep even after a pill. Uncounsciously, perhaps, there was a death-wish. I am happy you both appreciated this poem.
R K
2005-09-13


epohonci
indeed it feels as if you're talking of death here (to die, to sleep, no more, and by a sleep to say we end the hearache and the thousand natural pricks that flesh is heir to, tis a consummation devoutly to be wished, to die, to sleep, to sleep.......) sad...
2005-09-13


Eight-Feet
let us sleep. almost rains death upon us here...
2005-09-12