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Sleep Eludes Me

Sleep eludes me I am in manic mode Writing Typing Dashing Flying I will not stop until I hit a wall And then I will not stop I will go through it. Laughing loudly Clearly not full tilt yet But knowing it is coming Meds are here somewhere I do not think they will kick in anyway They take awhile I am running dashing, twirling, spinning. Not some of me. All of me. Eating wrong. Getting angry fast. Covering my sad. Sleep eludes me.

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Arturo Michael

Date: 7/21/2019 12:25:00 PM

I can't imagine such horror...well expressed...

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 7/19/2019 4:43:00 PM

Wow can I identify with this poem Caren! My mind races every time it's quiet and I can't sleep so I try to go to sleep with the TV on. I can fall asleep the fastest with the news on because they keep repeating everything. This expressive poem so wonderfully explains the insomniac. Excellent Caren! : ) xxoo

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/20/2019 12:15:00 AM

Thank you so much Connie. The sleepless nights are a killer after three or four in a row.

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 7/19/2019 4:32:00 PM

Those nights of insomnia can be a haven of tranquility - unless you have to get up early to go to work!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/20/2019 12:16:00 AM

Righto. That is when the "real fun begins". I have been known to go to bed at 4:30 and get back up at 6 to go to work. I do not advice this.