Insomniacs Curse

Sounds that aren't there
Rattling inside my exhausted brain
Tossing turning
Thinking about yesterday
Tomorrow 
Things that will probably never happen
Heart is racing
I try to breath through my nose
Like a freight train it comes out my mouth
Please God calm my spirit
Give me rest
Breathing slows
Still sleep eludes me
Legs feel like tree stumps
Back has dull ache
Should I get up
Maybe read for a while
Surely that would put me to sleep
Mary is sleeping so soundly
Don't want to wake her
Oh how I envy her
Think of water
I must remember to call ........
No think of water
Clear my mind, let it be blank
Why do I keep looking at that stupid clock??
I start to fade
Sweet sleep take me in your arms
Drifting 
Falling, leg jerks
Wide awake again, will this night ever end?
Sleep used to be my best friend
Why has it turned into my enemy
It's comforts elude me
Where are those sweet dreams I rarely remember
In an hour it will be time to get up
Zzzzzzzzz
Alarm clock has no chance
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Nance Avatar
August 24, 2014 at 2:58 PM
I haven't sleep since the first week of my pregnancy and that was over 3 & half years ago, I know all about insomnia. You described it so much as I have known it well.
Lamoureux Avatar
August 24, 2014 at 7:07 PM
In reality I tend to sleep well, Mary suffers from insomnia. The times it does effect me gives me an appreciation for what she deals with.
Tsiluma Avatar
November 29, 2012 at 8:24 AM
Poignant write this! When the brain is overworking then the body bids sleep goodbye. I can't imagine losing sleep frequently, once in awhile is barely bearable. And the part you said 'think of water', I doubt that can work - water, cold, freezing, alert. ps, I like how you've used someone else's experience and transformed it into a believable poem. That's a sign of a true poet. Nicely done Richard!
Lamoureux Avatar
November 29, 2012 at 9:15 AM
Thanks Vicky, your comments are encouraging.
Duncan Avatar
November 26, 2012 at 10:38 PM
Awesome " verse" you got here Rick,,, though I think you've been reading my diary ;} Thank you for reading " market place I wrote it as I was watching Animie,,, Japanese cartoons and computer animation.have an awesome day!
Lamoureux Avatar
November 27, 2012 at 7:22 AM
Thanks, I really enjoyed the time I spent reading your work.
Cavanaugh Avatar
November 25, 2012 at 7:37 PM
Insomnia! been there. Counting sheep? Been there too. Doesn't work. Trying to read a very boring piece of non-fiction? It works for me. Enjoyed your poem. I can relate.
Horsman Avatar
November 25, 2012 at 1:56 AM
been there done that so to speak, Richard, a lot of us will relate to this wonderful poem, Insomniacs curse, waiting now for insomniacs cure.. enjoyed this...
Lamoureux Avatar
November 25, 2012 at 1:34 PM
Good one! You should write the sequel.
Harrell Avatar
November 24, 2012 at 8:53 AM
I know it a long time ago. I don't know what I did but I don't have that problem any more. I feel for you, Richard. Maybe just don't think about it. If it comes, it comes. Hope you have sweet dreams soon. Love ya, Toquyen
Lamoureux Avatar
November 24, 2012 at 9:00 AM
Fortunately I rarely have these nights. Sleep has been a wonderful companion for the most part.
Fraser Avatar
November 24, 2012 at 8:12 AM
I suffer from the curse you have wonderfully wrote about and i go thru the exact routine you speak of. Well done Richard, well done indeed. Blessings, Carl
Lamoureux Avatar
November 24, 2012 at 8:43 AM
Thanks Carl, I wish you rest and peace.
Ellison Avatar
November 24, 2012 at 7:57 AM
Don't know why but recently have been dreaming a lot... not all good dreams I might add! Don't remember ever dreaming as much! Could be a case of an overactive rhyming section of the brain! LOL
Lamoureux Avatar
November 24, 2012 at 8:01 AM
I am pretty lucky for the most part I have been blessed with sound sleep. My poor wife has a constant battle with insomnia. I feel so bad for her.
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