Date: 22.10.2007
Time: 3:08 a.m.
Much restless tossing and turning later
She rises from slumber with a jolt
The nightmare — or was it one?
Receding into oblivion
As she struggles to close her eyes once more.
A glass of water downed in pain
Of parched lips and throat so dry
That hungered for those rejuvenating drops
Of clear sustenance
As she struggles to close her eyes once more.
The ceiling fascinates two weary eyes
Puffy from the loss of peace
The way only a fellow-sufferer knows
Staring into space
As she struggles to close her eyes once more.
Unholy hour, it is that draws her
Away from her moment of calm
Those few hours of serenity fleeting
And another glass drained in agony
As she struggles to close her eyes once more.
Those rotating blades offer no bit of rest
With violent motion round and round
Never ceasing; locked eyes tire
But not enough
As she struggles to close her eyes once more.
A wearied glance cast at the clock
Which mocks the dullness of her hollow gaze
And those many hours till daylight descends
So many! She endures resigned
But those hands remain still, unchanged.
End: 3: 23 a.m.
7 comments:
Did she ever try counting sheep?
And *insert vicious snarl here* returning the comment on Kaz's blog was consummately sadistic. As for smiles, can't "sweet-sadistic" co-exist, like bitter-sweet?
... The "muwhahahah" in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more . . .
Oh, and Mozart is brilliant. On that note, (observe pun please), listening to the Romance from Concerto K.466 might also help the poor insomniac (*sniff*).
Heh, well. A cool day at MH does things to people, doesn't it?
And, well... Insomnia.
Heh. Too true, whatever you said.
damn..at a point i felt you were reading my thoughts, i am tired of looking at my hostel room's ceiling with weird thoughts and reminiscence overflowing in my mind..so i decided to stay awake and i stayed a wake for 47 hours nonstop..listening to s&g, maclean,anjan dutt,morrisson,reading and writing
bunking every class for two days
trying to decipher what was plaguing me...it was partially loneliness but more of losing inspiration...but ultimately i was back where i started from..so just enjoy life
Insomnia.
And it does go beyond the overbearing triteness of restless,heavy eyelids.
subtle.
girl... tht describes my night... gr8 job... loved the last two stanzas... waitin to read more... tcz!!!
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