insomniac's Poison (poem)

Jason, is an educator that uses his spare time to write poems

Insomniac’s Poison

Am I asleep or am I
Awake? Longer than I should,
Mind is tired but the body
Still doesn’t want to rest.

My mind is a mess.
Dark circle around my eyes,
Bags larger than anyone.
There will be no escaping.

Moving on is quite hard,
When I know secrets that I shouldn’t.
My train of thought derailing
On track like a locomotive
With badly sized wheels.

I can’t go on anymore.
When I know
The futility of running.

I held in my right are capsules
That should help.
And on my left,
Another cup of Joe.

Either I pour another cup
Or put a cap in my mouth
Be it asleep or awake.
Goodnight my morning.

Jason Villar (author) on June 08, 2019:

Thank you Brenda, sometimes thinking is tiring and writing them down is frustrating

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on May 26, 2019:

Yes...a problem for us writers. Our minds are constantly turning...they never shut off.