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HALLUCINATIONS OF AN INSOMNIAC The precise moment when tired becomes an understatement and the body is beyond exhaustion. Lying—awake in search of my dreams wasted away like dunes of the sand of open eyes. The ability to think is at a premium, but the human form is frozen— stuck in time—lifeless.
Rachel Watson
I’ve constantly found myself unable to sleep at night for hours on end, and multiple times during the week. Sometimes I just stay up and watch TV until I can’t take it anymore, sometimes I do homework, and other times I just sit there; lifeless. One night, at around 4 a.m., I began having hallucinations and wrote this poem throughout.
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A longing for something more than sleep— perchance a dream… Still. Alone with only mere thought as company. The body can only work for so long until it defaults. Alas, the brain defies sanity non-stop: A train off the tracks with the engineer still attached. Dancing along the brink of the absolute. Flying with no broom or handle of any situation. Deteriorating inside without any solace. When dawn arrives like clockwork on the hour, Sleep finds sanctuary in the bosom of the dead. Those who now know, Only peace exists when the mind is silent, and the heart can cease to lub-dub lub-dub.