Insomnia
09/12/2020 My mind is always running
Lie awake, comfort a fleeting memory. Skin warm from within, eyes searching for answers in the darkness. Mind broken, point of tears, she begs "please let me sleep!" but also fears the blackened subconscious. Panic sets in. Will the sun shine in all it's blue-hot misery, or will it rain today as the sky screams it's song replenishing the soul so weak? One mistake; two. A stumble and f*ck you. Down, down, the rabbit's hole. Finally! that sleep. Nothing new, nothing free, nothing but manipulative memories. Now she's awake, not a clue what to do. Where are you? Help me.
About the Creator
Melissa Oros
Macbre poetry. In 2013 I had an emotional breakdown. I notice now most of the inspiration comes from the darker place since then (before 2013), versus my older poetry being light, funny, passionate in love, etc.
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