POETRY - Tale of an Insomniac
Sleep creeps up on me
Night after night
Trying, gently
to seduce me
Coaxing my eyelids down
As other body parts
join the nightly ritual
my mouth and lungs
unite in a synchronized symphony
of deep breathing
and loud yawning
Yet, despite all of sleep's attempts
to take my breath away
desperately trying to force me
to surrender
I fight
Like a child
Believing that surrender may mean
Something grand will happen
the minute I close my eyes
I fight…
Knowing my morning ritual
will be the opposite of my nightly one;
Sleep will be attempting to leave
And I will be begging it stay
Promising to succumb
To tonight’s seduction
If it will just soothe me
For 5 more minutes….
©Aida Correa 2003
I fight
Like a child
Believing that surrender may mean
Something grand will happen
the minute I close my eyes
I fight…
Knowing my morning ritual
will be the opposite of my nightly one;
Sleep will be attempting to leave
And I will be begging it stay
Promising to succumb
To tonight’s seduction
If it will just soothe me
For 5 more minutes….
©Aida Correa 2003
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