Insomnia

I’m drowning,

Sinking,

Laying on the bottom

Of Life’s ocean floor.

 

I’m awake,

Constantly aware

Of the thoughts in my head.

Why do they haunt me?

Why can I not block them out?

Why do they keep me awake?

 

It’s the fear that they bring;

The terror that has been instilled;

The pain that still burns.

 

They linger like the scent

Of rotting flesh –

Putrid.

They sting like a deadly snake-bite,

The poison seeping into my veins,

The toxin slowly killing me.

 

Staring at myself in the mirror

My eyes blood-shot,

My hair unbrushed and scraggly,

My face gaunt and pale,

I scream.

I want to be rid of the images

That constantly terrorise my dreams.

I want to enter into

An endless slumber.

I’m not afraid.

No, I’m not afraid

To sleep forever…

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel16January2008

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

So powerful and profound, bordering on the eternal poetry of the ages... Your words scrape, and scratch, and scream, allowing the reader to taste the bitter pain that drowns you in this ocean. You have brilliantly captured the darkness, chaining it so eloquently to the page. Awesome...

Craig