# Insomnia

Author: Leonard Wolfe
Tags: Bedroom, Brother, Poem, Sad, Sleep, insomnia, time

#5 of Poetry

How Insomnia and staying up to late affects me personally.

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...  
Never before have I been so capable to be able to compare  
My bedroom clock... to a hideous metronome.  
A haunting presence  
A lingering presence  
An all to hideous reminder that,  
time doesn't stop

Late at night, on my computer,  
clock ticking, IM's chiming, hand twitching.  
My eyes narrow, my brows furrow

Before long the tears begin to fall with a pace so clearly attuned  
with that hideous metronome.

I cry not out of senseless abject sadness  
for reasons unknown to either me, myself or I

I know exactly why I cry at 3am on a weekday night.  
I pine for the sleep I can never hope to have  
as I look back on a bed so lovingly made up for me by my brother  
as he says  
Goodnight.

A contorted smile  
Is cause enough for him to think my actions suspect  
and wonder aloud  
"Why is my brother sad?"

The conversation is unchanging  
"No worries, I'm fine. Just tired"  
"You've been tired a lot"  
"Just hard work"

How could he not see the obvious lie?  
Regardless, He soon departs.

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...  
Before too long my face is buried on my keyboard  
till once again I collapse  
and find myself awake moments later

No Sleep, No Relief  
From this unrelenting pain.  
This unending state, where days and dates  
become nothing more than numbers  
reduced from a sense of time  
to simply that of  
a sense of loss.

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