Broken Nights.
Insomnia is a miserable companion.
Slowly
hour after hour
time draws its claws
across the night.
Fragments of half
forgotten dreams call
softly,
their ragged forms
falling, drifting dust
in moon puddled
corners.
© sweetwater 2023
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Hi Sue,
you are right, insomnia is a B…….Very wonderfully described.I love” the drifting dust in moon puddled corners”. Well done Sue,I have written about the subject too being a victim of it myself ( Archives) Be lucky,
Peter, aka Pommer) xxx
Hi Peter, thank you I am so pleased you liked the poem, I wrote the first few lines around 3am one sleep free night. Annoyingly most nights are sleep free, perhaps I should get a TV in my bedroom I fall asleep in front of the one downstairs! 🙂 Sue.
Hi Sue,
what a good idea, I have a TV in my bedroom ,and I regularly fall asleep in front of that one and the other one too.I feel like sleepy one of the seven dwarfs..Life can be very lonely during those dark sleepless hours.Be lucky,
Peter xxx
Hi Peter, in that case as it obviously works well I will certainly think seriously about one after Christmas.
I don’t go to bed till 2am ish and usually lie awake cursing untill 6.30am. As you say it’s very lonely in those dark hours. Xx Sue.
Hello Sue
I hope this does not sound unsympathetic to your problem, but I sleep soundly most nights.. However I can see how frustrating it must be and you depicted that very well in your poem. You do have a way of creating an image, and like Peter I found the concluding phrase quite mysterious and moving. It almost put me to sleep!!
Michael
I wish I could, I’d love a proper sleep.
Thank you for your very kind comment it’s very much appreciated 🙂 Sue.