Insomnia
by Fox

I see my reflection in the mirror…
Disheveled and fatigued…
Where is the Sandman to launch me to my macabre dreams..?
Always on his break when I don’t want to be awake…

2 nights…
4 nights…
Still no Sandman…
Still no Dreams…

Staring at the ceiling counting dots…
Seeing weird little squiggles and sometime spots…
I feel myself getting sick from lack of sleep…
How much punishment must I bear, until I can get sleep I crave…?
How long will it be until I can dream my beautiful dreams…?

Where are the monsters…?
Where are the screams…?
Where are the Demons and Gargoyles that play in my dreams…?
Where is the thing that hides under the bed...?
Where is the man that takes off his head…?

6 nights, then 8 nights, and still no monsters…
10 nights becomes 12 nights, and still no dreams…

13th night comes by…
Head spinning and body feeling zombielike, I shuffle to the mirror…
I see my reflection…
Blurry, pale, and Corpselike…

I crawl to bed, and close my eyes…
My head relaxes…
My illness fades…
My wish for sleep finally granted, I drift away…
I drift away to the sleep I crave and to my beautiful, macabre dreams…
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I would like to say I did not..DID NOT...write this. I got permission by my ex roommate to post this. I wanted to show off one of her excellent poems that she wrote. I say she has talent in poetry. Fox writes from the experiences/emotions. So for those we read this thank you.

P.S. Again I DID NOT write this.