INSOMNIA (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/INSOMNIA -poetry

Finger tips and microchips dissect my random thoughts

While movies play obsessively of all that daddy taught

I’m here once a week tryn’a get the bugs out my head

But the only thing this quack does is prescribe another fuckin med

Bugaboos and daja vu’s taunt my twisted brain

Perplexing me and vexing me

Take me out these fuckin chains

I shift my body loosely tryn’a pull back on the reins

But these voices keep whispering to me

Saying

VOICES: You know you’re fucking insane

Clouds of shame

Socially stained

Fully engulfed in this cryptic game

I can’t escape these aweful memories

So  I try and write away the pain 

I lay there blamelessly

As he dissects my twisted mind

ME: Yea I know

As he looks ahead and says

DOCTOR: Were out of fucking time

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

ME: Yea I know

DOCTOR: Were out of fucking time

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39 comments

  1. Brilliantly written. The torture of thoughts running through our minds is indeed hard to shut off. This poem captures it completely. The empathetic part of me prays you will find help and comfort and acceptance in faith in God. He is loving and compassionate beyond measure. Thanks for stopping by my blog and the follow.

    1. Thank you, although I dont really see a doctor,,lol and sleep really well at night. I love to write about all sorts of different things and on the night I wrote this “WORDS” kept me up. Thus came this poem “INSOMNIA”

      1. Glad to hear you are ok! You write so convincingly that I was concerned you were struggling and reaching out for help and just wanted to offer support and concern. God Bless and have an awesome day!

      2. I’M ALWAYS REACHING OUT FOR HELP BUT I AM OK (: THANKS YOU FOR THE GENUINE CONCERN I’M A PRETTY WELL PUT TOGETHER WOMAN. WITH MINOR MENTAL ISSUES ,,,LOL

    1. RANDOM BEAT OF THE HEART, THE ONE WE HEAR WHILE THE NIGHT IS STILL AND OUR EYES LIDS ARE BEING PULLED UP BY SOME INVISABELE GARGOIL,,,LOL,,,,HMM, NOT SURE IF THAT IS FUNNY. THANKS FOR THE COMMENT (:

  2. I really admire your style – it reminds me of the spoken word poets that first got me into writing. The audio of your pieces really enhances the work. Thanks for finding me!

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