On Borrowed Time

Extreme insomnia

Morpheus

What have I done

To anger you

So?

That you have abandoned me

In my silent suffering

Night after night.

As the circles grow

From a faint outline

To become

A raccoon's mask

Surrounding my eyes.

But I am not

A nighttime thief

Who works

In the dark.

Rather

A gentle soul

Seeking release

Shall you grant it.

Able to dream

Such dreams

My heart flutters

In the glorious rapture

Of pure bliss.

As my body

And soul travel

The long road

To health.

But I need you

Morpheus

To grant this wish

Of mine.

Please return

With your sands

Of sleep.

Author's Note

Some nights, I find myself, unable to fall asleep, thus spend that night, lost in my own thoughts.

Reviews

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it s like fly on fire. also i love calm and humble what i feel inside the poem. very nice work with minum words. it s great. thanks

[therisa]

Thank you, and your welcome, Martin, for your kind words, in the review.

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i just wrote what i feel . it s realy great trust me

[Frieda P]

Let me know if your pleading poetry with the god of dreams works....I'll drop him a line too. Felt this one, seems many poets are plagued by insomnia, must be all that creative zigzagging in our brains keeping us awake! Nicely pen'd therisa

[therisa]

Thank you, Frieda, and I will let you know, but not sure, if He will take it, as bragging on my part.