Sleep

I think we've all been here.

Sleepy sorrow speaks again -  Almost angelically.  Eagerly I await it's graceful return to my life.  Restful,  Peaceful,  Somber and silent.  Is this a dream?  Or have I merely awaken from a nightmare?  Only time will tell this tale.  As I listen to the tic of the clock -  Tic-toc, tic-toc. I stare and I stir, I stir and I stare. Tic-toc, tic-toc.  I Inhale once, and at the bottom of my breath - tic-toc, tic-toc.  I exhale to complete the motion and at the top of my breath - tic-toc. "STOP!" My mind screams in silent agony as the thoughts and memories of the day sore by with disquieting knowledge. I catch every two or three,  mingle with them for a moment then let them go, only to move on to the next.    As sure as my breath, they keep coming and coming. As sure as the sun will rise, (all too soon) and set. An endless cycle of gibberish and truth, gibberish and truth blended together to create this cocktail of insomnia. "Did I Pay the bills?" "Did I remember my math assignment?" "God that girl in the second row is cute." " NO you have to sleep!" "Have to" has become a serious understatement at this point. " I Need to sleep." "I need to sleep now!!!!" And then it hits me. That first sign of confusion, that first sense of disorientation  washes over me like bliss. The warmth flushes over me like I've been living in an ice age my entire life. It's that familiar feeling of letting go and the unfamiliar feeling of being lost in plain sight. They become twisted and intertwined, weaving and waving, weaving and waving. The sweet, elegant embrace of your sheets reminds you of being a child again laying in your mothers arms. And then you forget. Everything goes dark. So dark. And that sweet silence sweeps you away. Tic-toc, tic-toc goes the clock.

Author's Note

I would like any kind of criticism, ideas, corrections, suggestions, compliments or anything else you can think of. After all that's why I'm here. Just please leave something - I appreciate any comment.

Reviews

[Sorry Sits Here]

What can I say I'm a strong finisher (no pun intended towards Lisa's comment about sexual build and relief). Haha, but seriously thank you for the comments, I greatly appreciate them. The ending of a poem to me, is one of if not the most important parts. It's that last little piece of the puzzle that burns in the readers mind. That finishing statement that sets the final atmosphere and emotional nuance of the poem.

[Dove]

The end of the poem seemed so strong and i like that. Your use of repitition was impressive. Great write.

[Lisa Williams]

I like your use of repetition (especially in "I stare and I stir, I stir and I stare"). The ending of the poem is especially strong. Did you mean to make the struggle to fall asleep analogous to sexual build and relief? That's what immediately occurred to me from the line "and then it hits me" on.