Insomnia

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    I had many sleepless nights, sometimes my own making - thinking of the unknown.

    Insomnia

    Rhythmic drops of pitter-patter

    Remote leaking faucet

    Ticking wall clock

    Snoring companion

    Creaking crickets

    Not music to my tired ears

    Memories of days work

    Sore body

    Soft pillow and welcoming bed -turned hard

    Ruminating thoughts drift

    Of yesteryears

    Of childhood, missed opportunities

    Fears and temptations

    Dreads and details

    Of deals gone sore

    All outpour

    A nightmare in the making

    Murmurs of protest from my brain

    Make me turn and toss

    My companion’s inaudible ramblings

    Suddenly the bed appears small

    I rush to the balcony

    The cold breeze a welcome respite

    Homeless on streets snuggle and rest in makeshift beds

    The starry sky and moonlit night

    Not romantic at all

    Alas I miss

    Why don’t you come to me?

    Is it my troubled mind?

    My tired body or my soul

    Come to me don’t deprive me.

    Oh sleep!

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    RHPeat commented on Insomnia

    02-21-2011

    Insomnia that thing that haunts the blood, wakes the night to walk barefoot through the house. That thing that hates the pillows and the quilts. That thing that is restless in the kitchen. that thing that watches the late night show. That thing the wants rest but refuses to sleep. That thing that lingers like grease on the stove. That thing that sews the eyes wide open. That thing the just won't let go for the mind is to active to see that it needs to rest. A poet friend//RH Peat
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    train64 commented on Insomnia

    02-07-2011

    Raw emotions...all of the small noises of the night magnified by a restless mind..even the homeless seem to have a brief respite but not your mind..well written..excellent imagery..T64
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    shallenemcgrath commented on Insomnia

    02-04-2011

    This is awesome Shrin! ...Like my Coyote night. It starts out, "At 3 AM I awoke to find coyote standing on my chest." Shrin if there is one thing I have learned its that we can't go backwards... but we can take what we have learned and really go forwards on the right path. Many, many hugs my friend.
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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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