Anna Martin


The Voices Of Insomnia - Poem by Anna Martin

There are nights that I wonder,
Wondering why I am forced to sink down under.
Choked by deception,
gagged by depression.
It just never stops.
There are nights I sit in my room and write poems just like this.
I sit back and think of all the things in life I have missed.
Losing the game that I have played for so long.
It isn't exactly what I'd have in mind for a day.
I sit and think of what I should write.
Still I hear the sharp sounds in my head screaming out loud.
They say not to go to sleep, they say it drives you mad.
The only thing the voices really ever want is sleep, but they refuse the cure like children.
They kick and scream and cause silent spasms to your legs and arms.
No matter how much you toss and turn they never seem to stop.
The voices cry out in pain and pleasure as you spend the night trying to shut them up.
Needing sleep, but daring to go just one more hour.
Then in the morning when the voices stop.
Down onto the pillow you drop,
only to hear the sound of the alarm screech.
Insomnia.

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  • Christine Blaydes (1/31/2012 11:53:00 AM)


    Wow, you have issues (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011


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