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Insomnia

It's late...I don't even want to look at the clock anymore, My eyes are burning, but they won't stay shut, My body is tired but my mind is wide-awake. I try to lie in bed and sleep...but all my thoughts just keep wandering, Building up inside my head until I give up... I sit up in bed and let my mind overflow. I watch the clock constantly... As if time would some how slow down for my sake, Hoping I'll get enough sleep to get me through the day ahead of me. I stare at the clocks neon digits... Watching endlessly as each one changes, each hour and minute passing me by... My eyes blur from the illuminated numbers in the dark. I glance at the window from time to time, Gazing hopelessly as I witness a transformation... The night sky slowly becomes morning once again. When my mind and body finally agree and surrender to the dream world...I doze off, Only to be rudely awakened by the annoying buzzing sounds of cruelty…the alarm. I force my zombie like being to rise for the next day, with hardly any sleep, or none at all. I struggle through every horrid moment of the day, Each and every hour seems like an eternity, I stare with disgust at my mortal enemy once again. Enduring the torture of his slowly moving hands, I curse them as they pass over the numbers and dashes, They no longer seem legible for my blurry, red-cracked eyes. At the end of the day, I am so exhausted...so tired that I can't even sleep... The miserable cycle of my insomnia starts all over again... It's late...I don't even want to look at the clock anymore...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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