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

Rip me out these fuckin’ chains

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

But these voices keep on whispering

VOICES: You’re weird stupid and insane

Fully engulfed in this cryptic game

I can’t escape these awful 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 fuckin’ 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 fuckin’ time

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  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 so much, the encouragement means the world to me ❤ I sleep pretty good at night and I have had my time with therapist but that dange insomnia! I'm ok though lol

      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!

    1. RANDOM BEAT OF THE HEART, THE ONE WE HEAR WHILE THE NIGHT IS STILL AND OUR EYELIDS ARE BEING PULLED UP BY SOME INVISIBLE GARGOYLE, I TOTALLY GET IT, THANKS FOR COMMENTING ❤

  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!

  3. haha fantastic piece and as an occasional insomniac – very comforting because it made me laugh out loud. Thank You! 🙂

  4. manic insomniac repeating himself while having insomnia – gosh damnit I have to sleep – trawling through your works doesn’t help with that 😉 *thumbs up*

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