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me vs. Insomnia
by Tricia Marie Mieluninentionally dyed my eyes
crosshatch red, to offset
pearlescent corneas and coffee-colored irises
the far-removed yet only
semblance of caffeine in my system
I tossed and turned 'til an hour past midnight,
then two, then three...
Threethousandfourhundredfiftysix sheep later
even the wind lulled itself
to slumber in tranquil sighs
drowned by the murmured soliloquies of a restless mind
bent on meeting
Twilight's abdication to daybreak
and in that chiasma of asleep and awake
in the subconscious necropolis of dreams bygone
where sheep dare not trod
It is there
Only there
I wage my war
a guerilla in pajamas
rolling in the trenches of down comforters
and though I live to march another day
I am a walking casualty
with dark undereye circles for battlescars 04/08/2005 Author's Note: This week:
Insomnia 5
me 0
i need sleep...
Posted on 04/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Tricia Marie Miel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/13/05 at 01:58 PM I know the feeling -- I like the battle images, and then also, how you say the sheep won't trod there. Makes it seem as if the sheep don't wanna get involved in your insomnia vs. you battle ;) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/20/05 at 06:58 PM Despite the obviously serious origin of this poem, I like how you`ve taken something negative and balanced it out with tongue-in-cheek humor. Well done! |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/19/14 at 09:12 PM i love poems about insomnia. "even the wind lulled itself
to slumber in tranquil sighs," beautiful! congrats on POTD! xopk |
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