All aboard the Insomnia Train. Destination Wake.
I'm on it now. grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! = P
A Place Called Wake
Sleep has passed me by without a nod
There is no chance of slumber now
I cannot close my eyes or rest my brain
I'm riding on the psycho train
Destination is a place called Wake
Insomnia is the engineer
While my sanity is at stake
The rhythm beats in a pounding din
A moving band of eclectic noise
I hear cackling voices of memories
Voices of things that might come to be
Pictures flash across my weary mind
A game of anxiety charades
The torment of the Wakeful kind
Nodding off, just on the delicate edge
On the cliff of illusive sleep
I am leaning ready to gently fall
When comes the conductor's loud call
"Next stops-- Misery, Anger, and Wake"
I throw back the sheets; get out of bed
Then depart the train, AWAKE!!
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-09-07 at 08:56
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