_insomnia

I can feel the bed springs grinding my bones
I know every crack in the ceiling
this is a disease of deprivation
withdrawing me from the real world

up for days, days which all blend into one
never really sleeping, never really awake
when I do fall dead to the world,
the unspeakable dreams leave me sweating.

bitter coffee is now my best friend
feeling medicated, though I’m not
can’t stop the thinking.
can’t my keep my red-rimmed eyes closed.

An un-recognised brand of insanity
has left me raw.
too drained to cry
insomnia has fallen in love with me.