Insomnia Poem by Ben Littlechild
Insomnia
I lie alone in a crowded bed
Drowning in a thunderous silence.
The world is free, while consciousness is my prison
Sleep is a far off shore, which I am becalmed to sail to.
Trapped for eternity in the still and darkened cell.
Toss and turn, like waves on a stormy sea,
my body twitches in uncertainty
Nerves pulse and muscle's spasm in throes of activity.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
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5/5/2024 2:34:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Paradox- alone in a crowded bed... no harmony in bed is so sad.