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Insomnia at its Finest
My mind was all over the place
My thoughts got lost in a maze
Through a labyrinth of the subconscious emerging
Pouring ideas and concepts
Endless frameworks and contexts
As all night long my brain kept rushing and surging
Woken from dream cloud
As if I’d spoken out loud
Infinite ideas drove me to no end throughout the night
Each and every situation
Added to my frustration
How typical of my subliminal to pick that time to fight
By the early hours of the morning
Like some kind of forewarning
I saw the light outside my window turning bright blue
By then I was feeling helpless
Up all this time was senseless
I never answered the questions I had thought through
Then by some kind of miracle
It almost seemed satirical
I felt sleep finally come over me with just an hour to go
And what felt just like a wink
Before I could sigh or think
My alarm went off as all I could say to myself was, no!
Then sleep…haunted me…all day long
My thoughts got lost in a maze
Through a labyrinth of the subconscious emerging
Pouring ideas and concepts
Endless frameworks and contexts
As all night long my brain kept rushing and surging
Woken from dream cloud
As if I’d spoken out loud
Infinite ideas drove me to no end throughout the night
Each and every situation
Added to my frustration
How typical of my subliminal to pick that time to fight
By the early hours of the morning
Like some kind of forewarning
I saw the light outside my window turning bright blue
By then I was feeling helpless
Up all this time was senseless
I never answered the questions I had thought through
Then by some kind of miracle
It almost seemed satirical
I felt sleep finally come over me with just an hour to go
And what felt just like a wink
Before I could sigh or think
My alarm went off as all I could say to myself was, no!
Then sleep…haunted me…all day long
Published 12th May 2019
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12th May 2019 4:06am
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12th May 2019 4:51am
The alarms are the harsh call back to reality, followed by the reflection of the night's journey.
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12th May 2019 5:01am
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I hate alarms too - am lucky not to have to use one since I work from home. I empathise though with the awake-all-night-trying-to-figure-out-a-poem syndrome (There's no cure, by the way).
I did a villanelle on insomnia about a year ago - based on a similar experience. Here's the link:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/265927-insomniacs-desperation-a-villanelle/
Perhaps DUP "insomnia poems" should be collected? It seems a common experience :))
I did a villanelle on insomnia about a year ago - based on a similar experience. Here's the link:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/265927-insomniacs-desperation-a-villanelle/
Perhaps DUP "insomnia poems" should be collected? It seems a common experience :))
13th May 2019 7:25am
In one of the chapters from the book, One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, he talks about an entire village dealing with a bout of insomnia. I fell in love and awe with the things he wrote in that book.
Although it's been a phase every once in a long while for me, this piece was inspired by a friend of mine, it reminded me of how everything comes up to the surface and the struggle to deal and bargain with ourselves.
Although it's been a phase every once in a long while for me, this piece was inspired by a friend of mine, it reminded me of how everything comes up to the surface and the struggle to deal and bargain with ourselves.
13th May 2019 8:05pm
Thanks Wally about the book - I know it is a classic in 'magical realism' but have never read it. I listened to a review just now that mentioned about the village with insomnia. Interesting.
12th May 2019 6:22pm
Insomnia is paying me a visit right now... and I wish I could just stick a revolver down it’s throat and pull the fucking trigger !
Sighs.
I hope your day wasn’t too harsh, and the coffee kept you going... 🌻
Sighs.
I hope your day wasn’t too harsh, and the coffee kept you going... 🌻
13th May 2019 7:27am
Sorry to hear you're going through that. It's very frustrating to know you're tired and yet so much runs through the mind.
I wrote this piece a couple of years ago, after a friend and I spoke, telling me details and it reminded me of the times I had to deal with it. So sometimes I'll compose in the middle of the night, while the words are there.
I wrote this piece a couple of years ago, after a friend and I spoke, telling me details and it reminded me of the times I had to deal with it. So sometimes I'll compose in the middle of the night, while the words are there.
