Popular Poems About Insomnia

It’s late at night and sleep alludes me
Synapses are firing at high speeds
Thousands of thudding thoughts thump through and through
Denying my brain of the rest it needs

The fidgety minutes turn into restless hours
New beliefs and viewpoints begin to take form
Even as the frustration of insomnia clouds all reason and logic
It’s a kind of magic amidst a quiet storm

And then everything seems to disappear by morning light
All the ideas and philosophies grew wings and took flight

My bedsheets smell of
lavender and indica
silk pillowcase a cushioned ocean
for my restless mind
that floats through the dark
unseeing and unsleeping

I'm nowhere in particular
if I wait for the dawn I might see it

In the quiet hours when sleep eludes,
being awake for long, through the night.
A scent emerges, twisting in the air,
the strange smell of something burning.

Eyes wide open, thoughts begin to unravel,
the mind plays tricks in the absence of rest.
Is it fatigue or dreams left behind?

This scent, a whisper on the edge of awareness.
Senses sharpen in the haze of wakefulness,
reality blurs in the long hours of night.

The burnt smell, a ghostly presence,
a reminder of the body’s need for rest.

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