Ben Littlechild

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Insomnia - Poem by Ben Littlechild

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.


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  • Liza Sudina (11/7/2015 9:05:00 AM)


    Paradox- alone in a crowded bed... no harmony in bed is so sad. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 30, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 7, 2011


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