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
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