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Tired Of The Reruns
by Thomas K. HuntBlinded by the darkness
Listening to the silence
Sleep hovers in the distance
As I rest my restless head on my pillow
My mind's eye works like a projector
Running unconnected reruns of my life
Playing on the miniature screens
That is fixed as I close my eyes
Useless worries drift in and leave possibilities
They seem to take from each other
As one leaves and the next one enters
Making each one bigger than the last
Sleep, always in the distance
Taunting me, laughing at me
Eluding me, just out of reach
Good sleep, deep sleep, REM sleep
Always in the distance
Each breath, making me more tired
Tired of the chase
Tired of the worries
Tired of the reruns
02/21/2004
Posted on 02/21/2004
Copyright © 2025 Thomas K. Hunt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 02/21/04 at 06:48 PM Oh yes I feel the pain in this poem..the frustration of insomnia, "My minds eye work[ing] like a projector" unable to stop the mechanical thoughts from pouring in. It is a difficult position to be in...how to control this I don't know? Great read!
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| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/21/04 at 08:36 PM i swear that insomnia is a curse... this is articulated in excellent fashion... great work... blessings... |
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