PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Insomniac


Every night is the longest day

Untill I see the small sliver of sun over the bay

 

The bay where the birds eat and  play

I cant escape this but they can flyaway

 

So quite, not peacful

So tranquil, not blissful

 

I wish I could just sleep for a moment

But the scay thoughts are the main componet

 

My eyes burn from the sleep I do not get

The nightmares terrify me, I never forget

 

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

SirusThyGreat

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.