ImprisonmentA Poem by Annalyn Nells
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
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.
© 2010 Annalyn Nells
AboutHi, I'm Annalyn. People call me Nells. Call me whatever. I'm a writer and I like to write. Poems mostly, but I'm working my way up to stories. I hope you enjoy my work as much as I enjoy reading yo.. more..
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