Insomnia

I lie on my bed-

very alive and very awake.

The world around me-

has slept and died.

I lie on my bed-

the summer surrounds.

My back sweats

My hair steams

My pillow radiates.

The night will strangle me.

I lie on my bed-

hating the soul my brain is stuck in,

hating the body my soul is stuck in,

hating the life my body is stuck in.

Hating myself:

for past foolishness

for pointless attachments

for pitying myself.

I lie on my bed-

hoping that sleep will take me.

I will bear any nightmare

in exchange of the reality.

All I want is escape-

a temporary shelter

for a few hours.

But as I lie on my bed,

sleep won't take me

death wont take me.

I am condemned

to be:

very alive and very awake.

(Pic Credit: Insomiac by SuzyTheButcher on Deviantart)