Insomnia

Insomnia

A Poem by Sarah Conder

3am visitations from the Devil

Churning the darkness into obscurity.

The sheets become a funeral shroud, coarse and uninviting.

The alarm clock’s pulsating digits,

Are a mockery of Time’s unerring advancement.

The Night is deceptive.

Open the window; let the outside pour in,

For it is suffocating inside;

Stifling, hallucinogenic.

Fever dreams dance tauntingly,

Masters of mime and puppetry.

The Demons of the night time are the

Insomniac’s greatest foe.

© 2013 Sarah Conder


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All I can say is hope you are sleeping well?? Sleeplessnes is a horid curse. I can relate. The nights so long then the day turns to solid granite I cant move.
This was a great write. You are very descriptive with your writing which I enjoy.

Regards
Troy

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Sarah Conder

7 Years Ago

Thank you Troy :)



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Nicely penned! I've enjoyed reading it.
:) :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

nice descriptive but there is no tone or narrative, looking forward to you finding your voice

Posted 6 Years Ago


Sarah Conder

6 Years Ago

Seeing as this was written at three in the morning I was hardly thinking of narrative, but thank you.. read more
I like this. The imagery is really good. I remember the first time I had insomnia, this is pretty much what it felt like to me haha.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem resonates with me.. Such a great imagery you wrote here...Thank you for sharing :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Sarah Conder

7 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time to read :)
Oh, how I can relate to these words. Unfortunately too considering the importance of sleep and my difficulty in achieving it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

All I can say is hope you are sleeping well?? Sleeplessnes is a horid curse. I can relate. The nights so long then the day turns to solid granite I cant move.
This was a great write. You are very descriptive with your writing which I enjoy.

Regards
Troy

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

7 Years Ago

Thank you Troy :)
Well, now that I know you keep such horrid hours... perhaps you won't mind if my little ship comes hovering just outside your open window; just to say, "Hello!" and wish you pleasant dreams? What rhymes with insomniac? Brainiac... Brickabrac... ^_^

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice poem. :) You are a very talented writer.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

7 Years Ago

Thank you my dear!
Nice poem.
In our tradition we believe the devil starts his work from 3am to 5am. And when you have a dream around those hours it is a real vision. Do you have the same belief in U.K?.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Sarah Conder

7 Years Ago

I'd never heard of that before but it certainly sounds fascinating!
But I am perverse. I rather like those demons.


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tags: night, time, insomnia, nightmare, poem, visitations, devil

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Sarah Conder
Sarah Conder

United Kingdom



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Hello there lovelies, my name is Sarah, I am eighteen and am a student of English Literature and Drama. I am very fond of reading, especially 19th-20th Century fiction, the works of Shakespeare and th.. more..

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