Insomnia

Insomnia

 

1st Cor. 14:32 “The spirits of the prophets

are subject to the prophets”.

The prophets are not subject!

 

Insomnia hangs around

like a speaker on the wall.

Every time I close my eyes

it screams something to me.

Stress and strains I had enough

and all I want to do is rest

but the thoughts are pouring

as the speaker addresses me.

 

Toss and turn, moving around

sometimes breaking out in sweat.

Piece of mind uncommon

as thoughts move in and out.

Hopes of the past, fears of today

are carving into my substance.

Wishing that it all would end

being lost in a crowd.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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