Friday, August 14, 2009

Night Visitor

You ever get those certain visitors? You know, the sort that just show up on your doorstep unexpectedly, with suitcase in hand, prepared for a long, unwelcome, unwanted stay? Well, mine has a name and it's called, "Insomnia". Each time it arrives I try to tell myself, "It's no nightmare, nothing to lose sleep over"... but it showed up a few nights ago and refuses to leave. It just waltzed in, plopped itself down and made itself at home.
I've gotten so used to its frequent visits that I'm (begrudgingly, mind you) starting to embrace it and think of it as a friend or lover. So much so that I miss it when it isn't here. So, like lovers sometimes do... I wrote a poem regarding it and the night. Speaking of myself in third person.













here she is again
in her thrift-store dress
caressing a cheap bottle of wine
waiting for her lover to arrive
but he's never on time

what is it that attracts her
to this shadow with no shame?

she can't put a name on it
but it compels her
and jails her
with its ebony eyes
and its dark embrace
until there are... no more days
just nights.

she meets the dawn
on her way to bed at five,
turns out the light and shuts her eyes
to its glimmering glare,
not caring for its too-bright smile
or its come-hither stare.

she knows she should
have the courage to face
the day's blaring light, head on
embrace the rays that sneak
into her room
and caress her face at morn

but she fears its long-lit hours
spent awake in her head, alone
so instead, she shuts out the day
and waits once again
for her lover, the night, to come.

Odd poem, I know but (as in yesterday's post),
I seem to find love in everything.





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4 comments:

RoamWithAView said...

lol...cute post. I heard once that sleep is best slept next to the one that loves you. Im just a doofus, but I believe that. Insomnia never visits where love is found. Anyway, just something I heard and it seems to be the truth.

Peaceful sleeps commonly found in a peaceful place.

Ok, I feel as if I am "preaching" right now. So I will go. Hope you have good sleep whenever your body allows it.

Insomniac Mummy said...

Loved your poem.

I've been an insomniac for a long time. I seem to have got used to surviving on only a tiny amount of sleep and have got used to it now, like you, I'd probably miss it were it gone.

Where else would I find time to get everything done?!

:)

Joey said...

haha love the poem and the animals, reading it made me think of the beginning of Fight Club, where Edward Norton's character says "When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away, everything's a copy of a copy of a copy." i should put some poems on my blog

4evernite said...

RoamWithAView, insomnia is not derived solely from un-peaceful surroundings but I get your point.

InsomniacMummy, true, at night when the house is quiet is a good time to get things done.

Joey, you write poetry? Then by all means, post it! :-)