Insomnia

I toss and turn and lay awake
Inviting dreams to come and take 
My mind to some enchanted place 
Where cares and worries get erased;
But no erasing: just a racing mind.

I wish and pray for sweetest sleep—
Ah, even if a nightmare creeps
Inside my peaceful, placid head
It would be better than this dread;
This dread inside my head: with worse ahead. 

If I could only stop and rest
Imagine how much I’d be blessed!
But no: Anguish multiplying,
This sanity…stultifying:
I think my thoughts have their own ideas.

My cheery outlook saddening,
And slowly growing maddening—
……………………………………………
…While there’s a badness…in sadness,
…Is there a…gladness…in…madness?
HA! I choose the LATTER! MAD HATTER!

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Nunez Avatar
February 25, 2015 at 8:31 AM
Interesting one you have here. It's common, this malady... Oh but the muse must have visited you, so it's good all around. Smiles :D Kim
Umus Avatar
February 25, 2015 at 10:18 AM
Thank you Kim!
Sewell Avatar
February 25, 2015 at 1:27 AM
You are a skilled rhymer, Anon Umus. Great job!
Umus Avatar
February 25, 2015 at 10:17 AM
Thank you A.H., I appreciate that.
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