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Insomnia
by Shannon McEwenIn the darkest moments of the night
When there is nothing left to give
And every good deed is out of sight
Where all of those deep set fears live
Open to every single old insecurity
That believed I wasn’t good enough
Always expecting iron clad maturity
Never calling their dim-witted bluff
And the inane, endless hours spent
Trying to forever prove the very worth
Wasn’t what every cruel word meant
Sadness cleverly disguised as mirth
And the tears that spilled and dried
On brittle cheeks in the morning light
Complete confidence that truly lied
Yet another day to continue the fight
09/15/2013 Posted on 09/15/2013
Copyright © 2026 Shannon McEwen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/15/13 at 08:16 PM As a life long insomniac (some nights my mind just won't slow down), I can strongly relate to this. I like it also for the fact it seems to go deeper/further than the basic inconvenience of going without sleep. At least now in retirement, I can sleep till noon or grab a few winks in the afternoon, which might be part of my problem. :) |
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