Insomnia 2017 Series

Untitled-September 29th, 2017

I’ll put my phone down

I’ll close my eyes

I’ll fall asleep

In a perfect world

In a perfect world, I am asleep

Sleep aid & Twitter 2017

September 29th, 2017

Melatonin got you moanin’

Ativan got you groaning

Zopiclone got you out like a light

But twitter keeps you up at night

Not Entirely Sleepy

December 28th, 2017

Not entirely sleepy

Not entirely awake

You lay in your bed in this comatose state

Waiting for something or someone to move you and push and get you about

but there is no one, not even a mouse.

Tweet and Type

December 28th 2017

I tweet and type in my bed at night while you sit on your bed and write with a pen.

Sinking

December 31st, 2017 (Clearly I was in a state of depression because this was New Years Eve:/)

Sinking despair

Limp hair

Bare breast

Heavy chest

The feeling in your gut that you cannot ignore

So sad, you become a chore

Bloody lips

Lazy hips

A nauseous feeling

A need for healing

Sadness inside

Unable to hide

Runny nose

Freezing toes

Uneven nails

I fail.

Untitled

December 31st, 2017

This feeling of hope that ceases to exist,

which scares me a little I must admit.

Your phone is a trap

It’s holding you back

Stalk until your numb

Makes you feel dumb.

Maybe that’s it

Not so lit

There is nothing left to feel

No way to heal.

Just take a bath and relax