Poem -
The Visitors
Drifting uneasily between sleep and insomnia,
I assume various positions of repose:
Unborn child; cross-palmed saint; starfish; road kill.
In dawn's early light I see my failures and fears
Assembled before me, cloaked in grey silence.
I try not to look. I cover my head.
At length, the morning sun pushes these apparitions
Against the wall, then under the door and out of the room.
Bleary-eyed, I throw back the covers
And prepare to meet another day head-on.
~RH~
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This is well written and a familiar story. You wrote so well I could see it happening rather than just reading
Hi Robert,
How I associated with what you have written.....! I can relate to this as you have captured the imagery so well - Really enjoyed your writing
Lodigiana x
Hi Robert My 'tribute' to Insomnia
In the still velvety ink of night she found me sleeping,
The rustling of the sheets disturbed my sense of impending gloom.
The knot of fear and panic rising in my chest…
Hands clutching clammily to pull the wrinkled sheets over my irrational fears;
Nothing hides them, my dry breath rasps coarsely through clenched jaws
And I hyperventilate.
Insomnia is my friend-I know you well
My heart beats so loudly it muffles the sound of foxes screaming to their mate.
Am I dying? Here comes the dread, the apprehension in my head….
Think straight .., think clear…….exhaustion makes for confusion
Each night, every day this silent curse engulfs me
Anxiety……….
Then I feel a cool…..no…. a calm cocoon
Sheltering me from the rising chaos
Her voice soft, gentle and familiar.. and so known
‘sleep child I am your remedy’…….
Give me your fears …I’m your serenity’
Authors note ......Such a trail..never seeming to need sleep!!!!!!!
* Trial*
Hi Robert, great write, could see and feel each line. Warm regards.