All aboard  the Insomnia Train. Destination Wake.
I'm on it now. grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!  = P




A Place Called Wake

Sleep has passed me by without a nod
There is no chance of slumber now
I cannot close my eyes or rest my brain
I'm riding on the psycho train
Destination is a place called Wake
Insomnia is the engineer 
While my sanity is at stake

The rhythm beats in a pounding din
A moving band of eclectic noise
I hear cackling voices of memories
Voices of things that might come to be 
Pictures flash across my weary mind
A game of anxiety charades
The torment of the Wakeful kind

Nodding off, just on the delicate edge
On the cliff of illusive sleep
I am leaning ready to gently fall
When comes the conductor's loud call
"Next stops-- Misery, Anger, and Wake"
I throw back the sheets; get out of bed 
Then depart the train, AWAKE!!





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-09-07 at 08:56

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Amy Valentina
Hi,
It was beautiful...
Unfortunately,as an MBA student, I have to fight it back to keep moving ahead. I hope soon I can get on it more often.
Thanks for bringing out such simple realities of life in such dynamic, unique and picturisque ways.
Keep going...
2008-09-12


Teddy Donobauer
The Sleep Train comes
and goes again
unless you board
the instant of arrival
the tracks hum
with departure
and all that's left
is another attempt
to twist words
into poetic moonshine

:-)
2008-09-11



You write of a place all writers at some time, seem to find themselves Kathy, we are the proverbial tortured souls, for one reason or another we find ourselves all aboard the Insomnia Train! lol loved that introduction. I started my journey the day I lost my man, before that I could sleep anywhere, not having a care in the world with him, despite the fact we had many cares to tend to, I always slept well. Since then rather than force myself, I started writing and reading poetry, mainly on the net. It caught my fall, which was hard and fast, hitting the ground at that speed kills most! but poetry saved me, so did all the writers and poets I have almost met since that terrible time. Because of my situation, I can read into the night, write too and I do until my eyes are dropping. There is nothing worse that drifting all alone in restless half sleep in my opinion, I would rather just get 4 good hours than lie in bed allowing stuff to keep me awake.

Practicing tai chi helps to replenish my every day energy too, so I have formed a new routine to suit my new life and it works quite well. The key is to get enough sleep to cope with what life throws at us.

So next time, you coud try to read until your eyes drop! you may sleep less but you will sleep better.

smiling at you with a hug from

Tai x
2008-09-11


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Oh Lordy! I'm a frequent passenger on that train of misery. And you have described the ride to a T! If you stay on too long strange things get into your head and you lose your perspective. You even lose your knowledge and ability to speak the English language. Your tongue is half paralized. I sure hope you can jump off that train when it slows down around Sleepy Town. If you do, take a picture of Johnny Depp to bed with you and perhaps thoughts of him will lull you to sleep and you will have a pleasant dream. (Oh, yeah, eat some chocolate first with a glass of wine) Great Poem!!
2008-09-09


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
*giggle*I really enjoyed reading this one:) I adore your energy:) *applause* a delight to read . . . you are sweet:) *too *too* here goes the train *waving goodbye*
2008-09-08


Nick Matherne
A very familiar train
I do know the other stops to be along that train too
I hope it is not a train you are on very often
good read, thanks
2008-09-07


JustBob
LOL....I am on the same train...beautifully written:-)
2008-09-07