Insomnia

Insomnia; a sly sprite inhibiting the subconscious making it freeze in mid-motion. 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 to sleep. 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.