Insomnia

Deprived of sleep the mind revolves in a slowly turning gyre of thoughts, capturing the past and future in its spiral to feed its want and taunt the will. Dawn becomes a cruel mirage dancing on a distant horizon. An exhausted self is sieved through the gauze of a semi conscious dream as it masquerades as sleep, sending bits to float off across the room until a sudden noise or a sharp pain brings the mind back into the wide awake prison of itself…..again.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/13/2024 12:50:00 PM

This gives a fairly accurate picture of insomnia.the rhythmic meter combined with the verse of sleeplessness creates a masterpiece.

Paul Willason
Date: 5/15/2024 2:29:00 AM

So good to hear from you Hilda...thankyou for providing such positive feedback. Always nice to hear when a poem works a little magic...a treat for an old bloke. Valued.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 5/13/2024 7:30:00 AM

Hello Paul, You have perfectly captured the relentless nature of sleeplessness. The lines about the mind revolving in a 'slowly turning gyre' and the dawn being a 'cruel mirage' truly connected with me. I loved how the poem ends on a powerful note, with the speaker trapped in the 'wide awake prison' of themselves. Such a powerful piece. - Blessings, Daniel

Paul Willason
Date: 5/15/2024 2:24:00 AM

Pleased that I cobbled together words that found your sympathetic eye...conveyed something of the frustrations of sleeplessness. Appreciate your thoughtful comments my friend.