I had a bad experience with a horrible drug,
I wrote this during the alter effect of insomnia,
didn't feel like messing with it.
Its raw.


Wandering Insomnia.

Locking its scorn,
Grasp this prison now, storm
Clashing with concrete sleep,
My heartbeat –

Deaf and dumb,
Winded sight, limbs stun
Panicked silence from grinding teeth
Rushing seizures cackle beneath-

Tell me now-
Have I sped up fate?
Played ambient, beyond my head this late
Wandering insomnia- or just dead weight




Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2007-03-14 at 06:17

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Karen Canning
sounds like a bad experience, but the best outcome you wrote this excellent poem from it

huggs
karenxx
2007-03-14