A lot of people suffer from insomnia at some point in their lives but some more than others; I suffer from it quite regularly and so I wrote this based on how it makes me feel. Most of the time I remain my usual cheerful self but when I am truly exhausted my body just gives in and I stay in bed for days barely eating a thing except sugary snacks for energy boosts. It makes my body ache when I am truly exhausted but my mind won't let me sleep and so I tend to get ill. I hope this poem is understood by everyone regardless if they have ever had insomnia or not.
Insomnia; a sly sprite inhibiting
the subconscious making it freeze
Stillness of the day regardless of
time the mind struggles to release
itself from the clutches of the
scaly paws of the sprite itself.
It seems to marvel and laugh at
the expense of one’s suffering
and desperate attempts to succumb
It is taken for granted by many,
like most things that are expected
to be of normality.
Time passes creating a deep void that
fills with anger, annoyance and jealousy;
destructive essence trapped within a glass
bottle, like some sort of obscene concoction
in a chemistry set ready to explode in
anyone’s face creating a comical effect
that mocks the true feelings of one’s
immediate pain and dismal reflection;
dank and dreary.
Insomnia is a frame of mind that never
settles in to calm projections of life;
always in replay and rewind.
Sleep is precious, it enables the
body to recharge and without it
one slowly sinks in to a pool
of everlasting despair and
loneliness without hope of
being released from the scaly
paws that tighten their grasp
with every toss and turn.