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once upon an insomniac.

once upon an insomniac.

No dreams here.Β 

I lie awake staring at the nothing.

There are no rules, reasons or rhymes to this,
just letting me lie here in the abyss.

A twisted game with no end as far as the eyes can see,Β 
i cant see, in this seemingly black sea of me.

Thinking of nothing, thinking of everything,
thinking about sleep, thinking about not sleeping.Β 

Dead by day and alive by night,
bed bugs bed bugs do you bite?

The insanity profound, the minutes spill into hours,
odd questions. odd answers. no sound.Β 

Good night world.

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Nigel Cresswell...

I have always been an insomniac. I think that I might be part vampire. The night is just somehow a more comfortable place. Great write.
Nigel

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Punzy

Odd how torturous yet comforting this place can be.
Thank you for taking the time to comment.Β 

Best wishesΒ 

R

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Nigel Cresswell...

To add, if there are occasions when you have to get enough sleep I was taught a trick by an ex who was a psychologist. Think of two simple things that you love. Breathe in thinking of one and out thinking of the other. It works.

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Punzy

I will be sure to try this. Equally- checkout the insight timer app.Β  It has a free library of music,guided meditation/ ted talks for different purposes which I love to listen to.Β 

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Punzy

Simple things.Β 

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Nigel Cresswell...

R,
There is a wonderful BBC book just called "The shipping forecast". It is full of wonderful stories relating to the shipping areas. Reading that and listening to the forecast ( 5:20 to5:30 am ) is a lovely thing but then by that time your eyeballs feel like they want to bleed. The book and the forecast always send me off. Simple things and exhaustion.
Nigel

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FRANTIC FREE-VERSER

No dreams here...well put,
i relate to this,
i recently had insomnia for 36hrs or there abouts,
it terrified me.
thought i was never going to sleep again!

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Punzy

Sleep is so under-rated until you're not getting any.Β 
Rest up

R

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FRANTIC FREE-VERSER

I very rarely suffer from insomnia.
i became very anxious about it happening again after the first time but it never happened.
keep up the good writing

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Punzy

I am glad to hear it, thank you for your kindnessΒ 

RΒ 

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Punzy

Thank you so very much for taking the time to commentΒ 

RΒ 

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Angel

Well written angel

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Nine Eleven

The night, when I write as the world sleeps, I'm left to dine in god's keep.

Great write Rbaldwin. Congrats on the nomination.

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Punzy

? all of you, your kindness is very much appreciated. I love how.many of you have enjoyed this.

RΒ 

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Punzy

I am pleased however slightly saddened to realise how many of you seem to know what this feels like.
After all, sleep offers time to heal, time to grown and learn and time to rest above all.Β 
Thank you to all those taking the time to share your thoughts with me, it really is appreciated and I am ever so surprised at how many have viewed this piece.Β 

LoveΒ 
R

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Punzy

I am shocked and completely overwhelmed. Thank you to everyone for taking the time to vote, view and comment on this piece. I am so grateful for the support!Β 

R

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Punzy

Thank you for that, honestly - I really value you taking the time to congratulateΒ 

R

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