Not snooze
no muse
but poetry
of bed sheet tangled
wet with sweat.
I’m mangled
waylaid by the thoughts
of nooses, snakes
of fate and us.
I’m yet awake
no dreams
not screams
but suffocating
waiting
for the yawn of dawn
— insomnia
Blood, Sweat And Tears…? by Chicote CFC
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June, 16 2017
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I’m glad I’ve seldom felt this way, but well said. That image is nightmarish.
Brilliantly penned verse about the demon Insomnia!
Loved it! “Yawn of dawn” is an excellent phrase.
Well penned, Björn!
I hate that!!! And on other nights, when sleep comes so welcome, what is that all about?
Wow, that artwork is gorgeous. I like the poem just as much. Very cool.
Ohhhhh…..that demon insomnia. I know it well…but your poem plumbs the depths of it for me….especially the waiting for dawn.
MAN, does this scoot along, and ROCK. “yawn of dawn” is my absolute favorite.
Oooh I absolutely love this! Especially that phrase “waiting for the yawn of dawn — insomnia” is brilliant!❤️ Beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating, Bjorn 🙂
insomnia – the beast that may be cornered … but never slayed.
Nice one Björn, Luv the tease of a rhyme , but not quite.
Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much love…
I agree, “yawn of dawn” — watching sunrise fingers snatch away moon is only pleasurable if awakened to watch; not awake all night to view.
How often I have waited for the yawn of dawn or Morpheus but usually give in and grab the iPad!
So vivid. Love the description ‘yawn of dawn,’ hate feeling it.
Sounds like some of my nightmares! Love the imagery in this.