as i lay in bed
willing myself to sleep
the ideas eddy tumultuously
swishing around in my head
like manic quicksilver
i close my eyes
and
the words,
the concepts,
the form;
all creep into my netherworld
looking like a Van Gogh swirl
on this; my not so Starry Night
a cold rain beats at my window
as i berate my sleepless self
i close my eyes
i welcome the spin
the order in my chaos
i pull my blankets
up around my chin
a minor pillow adjustment later
i can spell insomnia
i can smell insomnia
and then
i fall through
the other side
beckoned by the harsh herald
that announces my new morning
Zzzzt
Zzzzt
Zzzzt
Zzzzt
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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