Insomnia

by No Motiv?   Apr 13, 2005


Insomnia:
an enemy to
the brain.
Beliefs that
sleep isn't real
punish the soul.

So tired.
So used.

Nothing seems
real.
Eyes that do tire,
defying every
second of sleep.

A disorder
that has
undermined the world,
robbing persons
of sanity,
of reality.
Only death will
bring a
first taste of
true rest.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Lecrissa

    This explanes how I feel after 4 days of no sleep. loved it

  • 19 years ago

    by *Sherrie*

    I really liked how you worte this my favorte part would have to be...
    So tired.
    So used.
    Four words that show so much pain...Great work...
    Xox Sherrie