"The Sleeping Game": An Insomniac's Poem
The Sleeping Game
Insomniac routine -
'Tis unwanted playtime for
My brain. Frenetic bed-time
activity -
Been here, done this before - chronic
Noise filled solitude ensues.
Welcome to the sleeping game.
The players are me... and me.
Nightly, recruited by a forceful scout,
I unwillingly participate in
Irrational game play, pleading forfeit -
Such a request overruled, denied.
There is no regard for season, inclement weather,
No empathy for injury or illness -
No one gives up, no one quits.
The match between brain and body…
There is no winner.
The game ensues, becoming quizzical.
To-do lists, NOT-to-do lists, WHY-did-I-do-that lists -
Permeate my conscience in search of answers,
Full knowing, it's all for naught. No matter…
3:00am has now come and gone.
Momentary common sense, rational thoughts
Attempts to mediate the scuffle, fleeting
Separate grandiose vs. fantastical reality.
TIME OUT...for now -
Acceptance of moiety will suffice…for now -
Until tomorrow, when the game resumes again...
As it always does.
MPP:2013
posted by Mary Pettigrew | 7:53 PM
3 Comments:
Mary,
I loved this poem aptly describing insomnia; love the inside head game you describe and the lists...Ha! I'd be tempted to say, journaling before bed helps. ;)
I love your blog, the books, the color, etc.
Good day to you. :)
Be refreshed
Dawn Herring
Dawn,
Thanks so much...insomnia is a bugger & we all have it from time to time. I keep a notepad next to my bed because, once in awhile, I get some great writing ideas to tackle later! Your comments mean a lot to me!
Dawn,
Your comments re: the poem as well as my entire blog, mean so much to me!
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