Insomnia.

1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my brain rapidly

fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired mind.

Pangs of loneliness hit me like a full speed train.

My bed feels emptier than the Sahara, colder than Antarctica.

Sleep evades me at this hour.

 

2am: I am nestling in my bed, tossing and turning, longing for

a restful sleep.

Calmness of impassioned night haunts me in my awakeness.

Wild fantasies flow through my mind provoking my sensuality

as i slide bare legs against the sheets.

I curl my arms under the pillow like apostrophes to imitate

an epic fail pillow talk with my thoughts.

Mulling over love; aching and craving for romance.

My fabric rustles, tugging onto the heat on my nude skin

as my body starves of slumber sweet.

 

3am: I am my own philosopher.

Taking twisted turns with life’s ironies and experiences.

A late night’s discontent filled with mind blowing debates,

trick questions, mumblings, pointless gibbers and quizzes.

Drifting in and out of the blank, endless room –displaying

sights and seeking answers.

Staring at the ceiling in the vertigo of the night.

Watching the steady accusations of the clock, and the

long gaze of the wall judging and mocking me.

I am plagued by the nagging thoughts, past recollections

roam the noisy streets of my mind.

Sleep still enervates me.

 

4am: My eyelids remain agape, my mind is agitated but my

soul accepts the enthralling path of uninterrupted

consciousness.

Time drips like a leaking bathtub faucet –flooding my

mind and reminding me of my sleep debt.

Bored, i rummage through my archives trying to dust

off yesterday’s verses and fading rhythms- editing

memories and reciting old poems as the world snores.

 

5am: The galling sound of my alarm summons my day’s routine

like a clarion call for duty.

My night’s sleep was a failed marathon and i must join the

awakening world with a stone face.

Damn Insomnia!

 

©FloetryC 2016

lonelinessinner-peace

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

2 thoughts on “Insomnia.”

  1. Insomnia, easy to deal with when it hits on two, who are in the same room.

    On Fri, Jul 29, 2016 at 10:00 PM, floeticgibbersandrants wrote:

    > AfroetryC posted: “1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my > brain rapidly fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired > mind. Pangs of loneliness hit me like a full speed train. My bed feels > emptier than the Sahara, colder than Antarctica. Sleep ” >

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