Insomnia Again

Sleep is impossible,
a dream darkened hatred
that sits on the horizon,
squatting,
a distant closeness.

My fingers stretch for it
even as my throat clenches in disgust,
sickened ripples
swallowing through the nightmares
of a new day.

I must not go to sleep ---

for that means I must soon

wake

up...

Sarah Cuming : 19 Mar 2010 15:40 |  Tags: Creative Writing Insomnia Insomnia Series Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem