Moonlight trickling in across my window,
raising silken shadows on my bed.
Small illusions scream with silent voices
waging secret wars inside my head.
Eye and mind are brought up to attention
quickened by the heartbeat's stirring drum.
Arms and legs draw taut in stressful tension
while I strive for sleep that will not come.
Every creaking floor-board breaks my slumber.
Shadows hold each corner of my room.
The clock resounds with peals of crashing thunder.
Each second hails a harbinger of doom.
My mind is in a murky, manic maelstrom.
I think of those appointments I can't keep,
until the sun come over the horizon
and gentle daylight lulls me off to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Beautiful poem on Insomnia. Beautiful lines.. the sun come over the horizon and gentle daylight lulls me off to sleep. Very true said...Once doctor advised me to read some books, but it happened just opposite, I went on reading the book whole night as the book looked quiet interesting and sleeping pattern changed. Thanks for sharing this Lovely poem...Loved the way you presented it.