Why Must it be so Difficult to Sleep?
CAPTION: The alarm clock is always there, watching.
Sleeplessness seems to bring with it many other things. My wide-awake 3ams are a result of sickness, pain, existential crisis, and stress which only gets exaggerated in the night. But sometimes it's nice, even freeing for me to be sleepless, to think about the day in perfect silence, or to simply admire the darkness. Nighttime feels like the calm before the storm of the morning. This quick poem hopes to encapsulate part of that feeling. Enjoy?
This is the storm
in my head that stops time
a sigh in these long, high midnights
unending. This place is the void
I lose my voice in, briefly
brought back the next morning
more ragged like frostbite.
This is the smoky escape of thoughts,
lurking like radios
under my pillow, bringing the news:
Here is a murder from two years ago.
Recently, you've been thinking about heartbreak.
Tomorrow's weather will attack with hail.
This is why
why I can't sleep or be
the glass vase I should be
all I do is shatter
on the concrete floor of regrets
why I don't live without regrets
why sometimes, like a thunderstorm
you shouldn't listen
This is why
This is why
-Tomatobean
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