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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 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

10 Years Ago

Thank you Troy :)



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

Posted 10 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 10 Years Ago


Sarah Conder

10 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 10 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 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

10 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 10 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 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

10 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 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

10 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 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

10 Years Ago

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


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 5, 2013
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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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