Insomniac

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

An old poem that I wrote many years ago. I always had trouble sleeping when I am full of ideas and curiosity. Sleep becomes irrelevant.

My eyes lay fixated on the clock

Ticking with hours

Counting the minutes 

I stare blankly at the wall

It’s dark and silent yet I hear a call

The creatures are coming to life

I’m too fixated by them

 

I lay staring at the ticking clock

It’s mocking me 

I should be sleeping

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

It glaring at me

Yet I can’t fall asleep 

I’m too distracted

My mind is filling

 

I shouldn’t let my mind wander 

So I write down everything it plunders

I need to finish this story

I will sleep when the chapter ends

 

The morning is here

I’m still writing 

The clock is grinning 

It is mocking me

 


Submitted: June 10, 2021

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