Anonymous Insomniac

by Idiosyncratic   Oct 10, 2005


I lie awake
At four o' three
Not willing to take
The plunge of sleep

Too dark to devour
Yet too light to return
Your oxygen turns sour
Your stomach will churn

Fear not of the closet
Or under the bed
Or that tiny, soundless dripping noise
And the little specks of red

Don't be afraid
Of what comes at sleep
Be afraid of
What promises will keep

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take

Now I lay me down to death
I pray the lord to take my breath
And if I live through this sorrow
I pray the lord my death tomorrow

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  • 17 years ago

    by Vanessa

    Amazingly well written dark poem. again the words are chosen brillantly, and the emtions are again deep and strong. Wonderful imangery, very descriptive. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Kaila

    I loved how you did the ending personally I'd take out the second to last stanza because it sounds like your trying to copy it and if you are thats fine im just giving some critisism

  • 17 years ago

    by Esther

    I liked it but you kept switching person, coz u talked in first like it was abou you then you talked like you were writing about some-one else! (u switched between i and you)! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Loulou

    Wow dark poem it is really good amazing job
    keep writing
    tabby

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