"Insomnia"A Poem by St. FugazHow it feels to be an insomniacInsomnia By: St. Fugaz I stare at my clock, waiting for time to stop But it leaves me behind, it leaves me out in the blackness of the night It hurts because my eyes won't shut They are stapled open wide I lay there on my side, feeling like I won't survive And from my thoughts I have tried to hide But to my rules they don’t abide They hurt my head, they hurt my mind It keeps me awake My hands begin to quake I grab my head and scream, as the tears begin to stream I just want to sleep, I want to rest, I just want to dream I wipe my eyes in anger I talk to myself but I feel like a stranger I can’t learn myself, and I feel like a different person Like there are two people in me battling for control over my reality. I clench my head in pain, I don’t want it to stay I plead for this to go away All I think of is sleep, I can’t close my eyes and make them keep I look at widow and see the hellish light, What do you know another sleepless night © 2016 St. FugazAuthor's Note
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