Sleepless
In a mindless state of sleeplessness
Sleep eludes me
No matter how many sheep are counted
No matter what position the blanket
I can’t seem to catch sleep
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“Palms are sweaty, need sleep, mom’s spaghetti”
Eyelids are heavy and the delirium is changing my thoughts
Eminem's lyrics are jumbled up in my head... I’m at a loss
“Need sleep” or “knees weak”?
What's his mom’s spaghetti doing there? I thought he ate it
Or did I eat it? Wait, I don’t know his fucking mom...
“I’m sorry, mama, I never meant to hurt you”
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Here we go again
And again
I can't seem to stop pumping my brain
With oxygen and worsening
My mind state nurturing
Festering thoughts of journaling poems
At this time of day I’m hoping to just journey alone
To dreamland, to have some mercy from lawns
And fields of thought that make me want to yield and gawk
At the ceiling, until something manifests ad hoc
That makes no sense and now I must recompense
My lost sleep in the day I need to keep
Awake, because of work or else I’m in too deep
In trouble.
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
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