Joys Of Insomnia (May 9, 2016)

Weary

My tired brain

Tries to focus

On the task

At hand.

As my fingers

Keep on missing

Their proper keys

To type.

Creating

One huge dyslexic

Puzzle

To decode

And unscramble.

Do I

Move the mouse

Over this mess

And delete it?

Or

Save it

For a later time?

By attempting

To apply

Some sense of order

To brain-fogged creation

Of mine.

As I hear

My pillows calling

Like the Siren

Of Greek mythology

To my bed.

Shall I surrender

Any hope

Of a night's rest

Is gone

For tonight.

Cursing me

To another night

Of a brain

Stuck

In overdrive.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: As a child, I've experienced, a chronic problem, of falling to sleep, which has worsen, over the years, with the PTSD flashbacks, and 3 feline companions, who want my love and attention, at the oddest hours. A good night's sleep, means 6-7 hours of uninterrupted rest, if I'm lucky.

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A weary soul

Does bleed

Upon the screen

Before you.

In seeking

The need energy

To do

Life's little things.

Wanting

But failing

To generate

A new idea

Or two.

As if

My mind is

Stuck

In neutral gear.

Watching

The world

Moving by me

At warp speed.

And yet

So many thoughts

Circulate

In my mind.

Crying out

For their release

From the mental prison

That entraps them.

Would

A system reboot

Partial or otherwise

Unlock the prison gates

Freeing these prisoners

Of mine.

Wish

I knew

One way

Or another.

To silent

This bedlam

Within my mind.

Once

And for all.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Last night, was a brutal night, sleep-wise, for me. As I struggled to find, that mental sweet spot, for my brain, to shut down, and rest. Stirring awake, at the slightest touch, from the little ones (Venus, Squeak and Star), upon my body. Right now, am struggling to function, in what passes, as a normal manner.

Monday 2:17 (March 7, 2016)

Another night

Of broken sleep

And half formed poems

Fill my consciousness.

Silently

My body's protests

Are ignored

Once more.

As

The perpetual motion engine

My brain

Won't shut down.

Blink of the eye

My mind has leaped

From the past

To the present

And back

Again.

Without

Any temporal interruption

To my thought patterns.

As if

The very concept

Of a time continuity

Is meaningless.

With the blurring

Of time

Between night/day

Past/Present

And sleep/consciousness.

Know

This must stop

For the sake

Of my health

And sanity.

But

I feel

So powerless

To stop it.

Short of

A complete system

Failure.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: For those, who are wondering, there is no religious significant to the title, beyond, I wrote it, on a Monday, and started it, at 2:17 am.