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Sleep is our charger;
sleep is our power,
sleep is our rest,
the rest of our hour.
Once in every man's life,
there comes a time,
when sleep is as gold,
rare as can be.
This is called insomnia,
and I can guarantee,
staring at the wall,
it is not a fun place to be.
Vision turns into illusion,
illusion into fear,
fear into collision,
because it seems death draws near.
Finally the sun rises,
though as if it was an eternity,
you live the next day normally,
until it sets again.
Then it begins all over,
posters turn into friends,
talking and laughing,
you hear voices all around.
Sudden movements through the house,
shadows into stalkers,
shifting in fear,
praying for the next morning to hurry here.
This is how it feels,
for Insomnia to kick,
to rip you apart,
to be an Insomniac.
-MICHAEL ELLlOTT
- by Canadia Bacon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/25/2010 |
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- Title: Insomnia
- Artist: Canadia Bacon
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Description:
Just a quick little poem I whipped up out of nowhere. I went through a stage of minor insomnia, and what I wrote is pretty much what I witnessed.
Hope you enjoy it. :)
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Yeju_Xtina - 08/10/2010
- O.o i've never had insomnia b4 but...whoa......i like ur poem =D heehee good job! and while i was reading i was totally thinking "so this is what insomnia feels like....whoa...." haha so ya biggrin
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- pothead_523 - 07/25/2010
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that was intense..
& how u wrote "just a little poem i wiped up."
haha that would hav tooken me hours, nice job
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