Imprisonment

Insomnia. Being imprisoned is exactly what it feels like.

Up all night with my troubled mind,

Just me, my rug, and a coffee mug

Oatmeal cookie crumbs, orange rinds,

Struck with thoughts lost, left behind

Crumbs, thoughts--all the same

Scattered. Scatterbrained.

Puzzled, lines I can't connect

Remembering what I should forget

These bloodshot eyes no longer mine

They long for blue, for bright sunshine

I cease to fight, the battle's long lost

I surrender to persistent thoughts

Wild thoughts imprison me,

Cruel warden without mercy

Bright lights, technicolor, black and white

Explode, overload behind my eyes

The night goes on, hours too long

Thinking, slowly sinking, ticking,

Colors spinning, loss of control, burning eyes,

Tortured soul. Dawn too stubborn to arrive.

Imprisonment of my mind.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is a wonderful poem about a situation to which I think most writers can readily relate; insomnia and the staying up intentionally to finish a piece when the writing won't let us sleep. I wrote a very similar piece called Drag years ago...you nail the feeling excellently here.

[SilentDreamer]

Oh, this has happened to me many times before. You wrote this so well, describing what it's like in a unique, refreshing way. Imprisonment- yes. Very good job. Great write.

[Akshat♥]

this poem is very nicely written...i like the concept.i really moves my head out....this arose great feeling...good job:)

[RJM]

This is nice it really captures the feeling of having insomnia.

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Gosh, I feel like you wrote that for me.... I was with you all the way, I always just get up and write like you, otherwise, it just sits there like a tickle waiting to be scratched. really good

[Flick]

This is written very well... I have terrible insomnia and I hardly ever sleep, you nailed how it feels perfectly.

[deeps]

This is wonderful, I like this alot, It is very well written