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Insomniac

Entrapment state, between the dark and consciousness
Somehow lodged, from the sleep to the awareness
Head is pounding to be asleep, as I cannot stop thinking
Eyes closed in a steeped action, of turning and writhing

Something of the night, time that keeps me this way
Unable to turn myself off and knowing, of the next day
An insanity that creeps over, like this imprisonment
A mind that can’t stop, can’t release this empowerment

So much desperation, to close my eyes and fall away
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Brian Jani 22 May 2014

Interesting poem vision ghost

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Vallerie Lobell 09 September 2006

This is the truest and most profound description of insomnia I've ever read...I hope it ends for you soon and you rest deeply and dreamlessly........

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