A morbid state of fugue
A miasma of lucid dreams
Awake and yet not level
This night is endless it seems
Twisting and turning in bed
Doesn't offer respite
When you are alone
Even the large empty bed is tight
The morning after is worse
When the silence can draw a hearse
Creepy dead mares
Trample in my waking nightmares
My head is all aflutter
My lips like molten butter
Words fail to form and shape
And coil round the neck and nape
The throbbing drums inside
Offer no respite
Bang bang bang bang
Like a hammer on a gong
Sorry, sleeplessness is not for me
I cannot be this stressed
Give me sweet slumber
That when I am at my best
A very nice poem on sleeplessness. It gives a feeling of comfortableness whole day long. A suound sleeps keeps the mind fresh and one feels the zeal to work. Very nice. Sorry, sleeplessness is not for me I cannot be this stressed Give me sweet slumber That when I am at my best..not for most of us too. Congrats.
My head is all aflutter My lips like molten butter Words fall to form and shape And coil round the neck and nape ****** beautiful poem
Twisting and turning in bed! ! ! ! Sleeplessness. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Only those woe have gone through sleepless nights know howagnizing they are. Well written poem. Thanks for sharing. Congrats on your placement. X
Appreciate the sentiments fellow readers and poets. Thanks for your support.
you forgot to mention the tik-tik of the wall clock that seems to volume up at night.
Symptoms of insomnia beautifully versified. Congrats on poem of the Day.
A fascinating poem that majority of us could relate to. It expresses in beautiful detail the effects of insomnia. Beautifully written with great rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad reality write there is nothing worse then a sleepless night.