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Insomnia


Deprived of sleep
the mind revolves
in a slowly turning gyre
of thoughts, 
capturing the past
and future
in its spiral
to feed its want
and taunt the will.
Dawn becomes 
a cruel mirage dancing
on a distant horizon.

An exhausted self
is sieved through the gauze 
of a semi conscious dream
as it masquerades as sleep,
sending bits to float off
across the room
until a sudden noise
or a sharp pain 
brings the mind back 
into the wide awake 
prison of itself…..again.

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Sara Etgen-Baker Date: 5/13/2024 3:53:00 PM Paul--your poem accurately depicted what I call the cycle of insomnia. I used to suffer so from it...it's wearisome and aggravating. I can identify with these words: semi conscious dream as it masquerades as sleep. Being sleep deprived does feel like a prison. I consider your poem a masterpiece! enjoy your evening and hope you have a restful night :-) Sara
Hilda Greenhough Date: 5/13/2024 12:50:00 PM This gives a fairly accurate picture of insomnia.the rhythmic meter combined with the verse of sleeplessness creates a masterpiece.
Daniel Henry Rodgers Date: 5/13/2024 7:30:00 AM Hello Paul, You have perfectly captured the relentless nature of sleeplessness. The lines about the mind revolving in a 'slowly turning gyre' and the dawn being a 'cruel mirage' truly connected with me. I loved how the poem ends on a powerful note, with the speaker trapped in the 'wide awake prison' of themselves. Such a powerful piece. - Blessings, Daniel
Di11y Da11y Date: 5/13/2024 6:42:00 AM Powerful use of the word gauze there Paul. There totally is that 'was I sleeping?' sleep that is a taunt as you are less refreshed than if it hadn't occurred. Captured and narrated as only you can. Another piece of magic (that experience wise I commiserate with but poetically applaud)

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