Deep in the night when troubles I’m facing,
Sleep doesn’t come. My mind won’t stop racing.
Lying there, eyes closed, restless I stay.
Trying for peace, for sweet dreams I pray.
Seeming half-crazy, I just hear that clock!
Dreaming would be great, but tick tock tick tock.
The sound never ends. Oh, why won’t it stop?
Around 3 A.M., a few pills I just pop!
Attention deficit keeps
my dear man from normal sleep.
He does not know dream stage zees
yet achieves much more than most.
His energy is endless
despite sleep deprivation.
My love lives life wide asleep.
Thoughts who won’t hush, they tell me
the mountains dance with praises
breaking through the mist, I see
splendid breath of still gazes
welcome to hope, bow your knee
see how His love amazes
soon slumber shall set you free
Light of day is not for me,
Night time hours have set me free.
Unexplored, its mystery;
Lacking all monotony.
Humdrum days became normal,
Feeling quite chloroformyl.
I'd rather stay nocturnal.
* 'In Honor of an Ode' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
* Entered on:10/18/2025
I am she who craves sweet sleep.
Then comes a sickening creep
who stalks me all through the night.
Into my mind he does seep.
Great unease I cannot fight.
Eyes closed, at blackness I stare.
Stealing my dreams, he's still there.
An insomniac awake,
with nights in a real mess !
Oh, one can try many things;
music, meditation, baths,
writing poetry, praying,
with minds astir and racing.
Or give up and do housework !
Many bright lights toil at night,
keeping company with ghosts.
Days waste like lightning striking
or as unbroken green lamps.
But in cloisters of darkness,
Promethean mind rains fires --
illuming the slumbered world.
Dark circles 'neith bloodshot eyes,
problems increasing in size.
Oh, how I can empathize.
Constantly, she racks her brain.
Her grip, she fights to retain.
She drops off, won't go insane...
Just then, her alarm clock cries.
Subrosa tears dropped into that refrain,
it's a soft melancholy you could miss.
There is no desire to ever explain
the fragile emotions within a kiss.
You lie awake releasing hidden pain,
creating with the Muse your accomplice.
A project for insomniac moments,
that harsh fog within poetic laments.
This entropy, it's endless.
I'm captive in your void of sleep.
My eyes are strung open,
My hands clung to you
But I'm drifting off,
I'm drifting far away,
Away from here, and as hard as I grasp onto you,
I know I won't be back.
Every time it happens.
I can't think straight,
I am so far off,
And if I can't be me,
I can't even stand to be you.
Dormant. Defenceless.
So I hold you by your neck and scream, but
It won't come through.
It never comes through.
And how could it if I can't freaking move?
And how could it if you never wanted a defence
While I'm thrashing and crying
And my throat is burning
With all the hatred,
For every time this happens,
For every night you betray me.
Repeating.
You always take the bait.
We always lay dead in the trap.
And you're leaving me.
You're bleeding out.
Like that, gone for good, without a last chance to bid farewell.
And I can't help but think that,
I'll either live without you
Or die without you
And I can never think what's worse.
So if you can't even see this...
If I can't just breathe with this...
If I don't just kill myself first...
there’s something comforting about being up at night when nobody is awake…it’s just me, alone with my thoughts. sometimes it can be lonely, but liberation is what i would most describe it as.
in the morning when everybody wakes up, i am the girl who makes people smile and talks incessantly about my negligible interests to anyone who will listen.
i am the girl who tries to come up with captivating words to say to be a part of something or stay in the conversation.
but at night, i can finally rest. i am alienated from the rest of the world, and am alone with my soul. i am pondering over my purpose in life and the meaning of it all— and i am at peace.
-c.e.
A cacophonic silence,
A mere blanch of a catastrophic faliure,
A maroon in a sickening mirage,
'tis a shade one more,
As a ray one less,
Fairing smiles adiue,
Requiem of a chastised face,
Lay a bed,
O'er wond'rous, to waste.
Where'n freshen lie fast in his daze,
Merry may go his hour,
Time shroud.
However vivid,
a weary slumber ,
Is but man's sorry tire,
Weeping sore,
Once dreaded in languishment,
Once cowered behind the stars.
Not an eye unopened,
Nor a God that sleeps.
I'm an insomniac
Suffered due to loneliness
Fear of rejection.
Why deep in the night do thoughts mimic the sky
Dark unknown sights fraught with cynical eye
Things seem burdened and heavy shut not to pry
Mourning for morning who levy stars 'fore they die
A quiet that echoes sounds downcast and alone
The riot of bygones too long past to atone
Midst of tosses and throws not last of unknown
Searching for coops so far away to be flown
Complications of this restless insomniac
Hoping to wake when the light has come back
Where heavy weight frightly shakes thrown off track
Beware restless mind state might start to unpack
What if's go unanswered by oblivious ceiling
It's blankness a bit rancid and not so appealing
Hypothetical questions in mind wide awake reeling
One of these minutes may I find restful feeling
insomniac thoughts
I awoke this morning to find pure mayhem at hand
The voices in my head, during the night
Dripped out my ears like liquid seeds
that grew like a weed these twisted evil things
These dark shades of my mind, drank all my coffee
And then full chaos was soon at hand, as dawn awoke
They laughed in wicked merriment as they danced
Demonic tunes appeared as if from the very air
As if a ghostly devil's jazz band was here
And the lunacy surely didn't finish there
But thankfully sleep came again to free me from
my insomniac madman's mind from further sights
By no sleep Marcellus Wilinski hahaha lol
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