The Cycle

A poem about insomnia

The Cycle

 

It's early morning; I feel indifferent, abandoned, and shackled with remorse

 

What did I do- Why do I feel this way?

“I do not know”- “nothing,” I say…

 

Not even a smidgen of chemicals seeped into my body last night

I should be sharp, energized, and ready for the day

 

My eyes struggle to unlock against the morning light

I stumble to my feet, trying to make sense of my surroundings

 

Caffeine becomes my unrivaled companion

I intake glass after glass

 

It is midafternoon; I am reaching my peak

swiftly becoming the supreme of my episode

I am invincible, relentless, and completely capable of anything

 

Till early evening; when the day has spiraled down

I am getting tired

I feel the guilt start to creep around

I must sleep

 

As I lay in bed, anxiety builds throughout the night

My heart is beating fast

Sharp, shooting pains traveling through my legs

Spikes of random thoughts racing through my mind

 

I say to myself, “Three hours to go.”

I will keep fighting,

Eventually, I will sleep!

Author's Note

This is my first posting. I look forward to all feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read.