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.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2024
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