A Poem by Lily Victoria

November 27, 2013

Darkness becomes bitter light,
As the night starts to fade.
Rest is chained to stay awake,
And slapped in its face over and
Over again.
Until it feels no pain.
Everything numbs to the core;
Down to the bone.

Feeling loses consciousness,
While its eyes remain wide open.
The breathing continues in rhythm,
With a sudden heartbeat,
And doesn't want to stop.
Or will it?

The night was an eternal resting place,
But now it's just an empty space.
Floating around an unplanned agenda,
Like an old homework assignment.

Hope was found in the light,
But now it exists in the midst of the night.
With the reverse time of time,
And images that shuffle through the mind,
How can sleep be found?
Either way,
The left or right,
Will eventually lead to the same reward.

But is it really a reward?

Lying here restless inside and out of my mind,
Only leads to unconsciousness when the next day comes.

An insomniac lives in the deepness,
Of every subject known to man.

So when all else is silent,
My inner being awakens,
And releases sirens.
With noises louder that the quiet darkness.

With so much more to do,
Lying still on a low bed,
My mind finally dies.

A long lost treasure,
Has finally been found.

© 2013 Lily Victoria

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register


Ah, that old friend un-sleep. The blinding light underneath the eyelids, the electronic prod connected to the back of the brain. The folly of the writer's mind, the thoughts and ideas insisting on shouting forever into oblivion, heedless of the needs of the flesh containing them. A brilliant poem Lily! :)

Posted 7 Years Ago

Lily Victoria

7 Years Ago

Yes..definitely! Thank you :)
well done...definitely captures the feelings of the insomniac!

Posted 7 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lily Victoria

7 Years Ago

Thank you!

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


2 Reviews
Added on November 27, 2013
Last Updated on November 27, 2013


Lily Victoria
Lily Victoria

Grass Valley, CA, CA

Why do a number of people succeed and obtain their goals, as the vast majority generally appears to crash? more..


Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..