Lynn El Amine

Rookie (28 september 1991 / Antwerp - Belgium)

Insomnia


Two or three hours a night
Is all that I can get
So I better lay my head back
'Just sleep tight
And don't let the bed bugs bite'

3 seconds
And I'm shipped out of space
The dream is over
I'm sent back to earth…

It's not anger
Sure ain't sorrow
Waiting for my pillow
To give birth
To a new tomorrow

Can't cry, can't weep
Teased by this fantasy
Called 'sleep'

I stare at the ceiling
Waiting for the day of my healing…

Red, red, red
My eyes shine
And I lay on this bewitching bed
With hallucinations of wine
Swirling around in my mind

Lifting a finger
Can be so heavy
So I stay still, allowing myself to linger
In an unsure mind that can't stay steady

I've been sucked into these sheets
Patiently waiting for the heart of sleep
To dig a whole for me there
And the stars that are constantly spinning around my head
Accompany me all the time, everywhere

I guess I'm just dizzy
The hands that spill out this verse
Are slowly fading….hazy

Exhaustion invades my being
Just like the invaders
Breaking me
Depriving me from feeling
And my confusion
Oh Sweet Confusion
That which I make love to every night
Has blocked my tunnel
Can't see the light

Every eve
I close my eyes
And softly breathe
Striving to drift away
Far and far away…

Insomnia, a good old friend
A hidden earthquake
That bends my spoon
And I'm kept awake
Rubies sparkling with the sight of the moon

My thoughts spinning
Seeking the lullaby
That will hand me a cup
Of the magic capable of curing my cry

The tiresome living that my eyes bare
Holds my hopes, those that have lingered with the air
And I am lined on my mattress, still at my solid position
Losing my sanity in this blurry condition
And the questions that have been carved on the stones of my head
Have not been answered yet
Gazing into this undefined wonder
My brain ponders
And ponders
And ponders

With arms wide open
I welcome defeat
Invite it to my bed
Hopefully my dreams will fade and retreat
And death's warmth would finally spread

Insomnia, insomnia
It's getting late
It's time to leave
Time for a twist of fate


My dying hand draws out the line
That has been crossed
Time after time

Insomnia, Insomnia
I bow down to your throne
But I've got more places to roam
Just give me a kiss goodbye
And leave me alone
I'll see you tomorrow night
I'll meet you at the door…

Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Edited: Thursday, January 24, 2008

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  • Rookie Momo Flint (3/12/2008 9:32:00 PM)

    I know what you mean!
    that forever circle of not being able to sleep! so frustrating!
    wonderful poem! (Report) Reply

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