Insomniac_

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Insomniac_

Poem by: Mathew Nicolson

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Genre: Poetry

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Insomnia's not nice.

Summary

Insomnia's not nice.

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Submitted: July 08, 2012

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Submitted: July 08, 2012

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A sweet peace so frequently desired,

wrapped up in spite of the cold.

Searching.

Reaching.

No peace at the door

of your ever-waking mind.

 

No number of layers will stop

the piercing forces which lay siege to

Your soul.

Light bathes you;

Its purity a lethal weapon.

But it's better than the dark,

you suppose.

 

A whizzing sound, as cogs accelerate.

Unimaginable shapes surf your consciousness;

too big and too small.

Won't stop.

The frenzy begins.

 

Your personal Hell,

lying in wait between delusions.

Can't quite shake it off.

World peace,

yet you whip up a squall.

Every time.

 

Without warning,

the plug is pulled.

I watch you switch off, and wish

this were the last time.

It never is.

 


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