Insomniea

the clock ticks
I can hear it
aware
that time is passing

time that I should spend
in bed
asleep
dreaming

but something pulls me
begs me
to ignore the ticking clock
and the places I have to be in the morning

in favor of laying here awake
typing these words
in this screen,
the demon of insomnia

the one that haunts me
reminding me
that sleep
is not my friend

rubbing in,
that no matter how tired I get
I will never
get to sleep, like normal people

insomnia,
my old friend
my old enemy
my only companion,

in the wee hours of the morning
when even daylight abandons me
in lue of seeing the other half
of the world.

Leavening me here,
me and insomnia
 staring at this computer screen
together, as always

Reviews

[melissa]

wow ana i wish i was a great writer like you because your poem are awsome and your book is awsome to