Pull me as lotion from the well
and lay me in a cradle of dwarfing stars.
I want away from the sunbeams’ incessant embrace.
Let breathing be the only conscious thought.
Weary am I of eyes wide open –
the unconscious scratches at the doors.
Untie me from this wakened state;
I will let the scratching cease and
welcome in dreams eternal.
Wrap me in nihility,
for I am exhausted by being ever-roused.
All I want now is sleep.
Sorry for the pretty abrupt ending, but for me it works just perfectly. For the past 3 days I’ve been running on less than 7 hours of sleep. It wasn’t that I wasn’t tired, I just could not for the life of me sleep. I’ve never experienced insomnia before, and I will NEVER experience it again. Sleeping meds will be forever my friend, even if I never need it again. It’s absolute torture to just sit there for hours, exhausted through-and-through, and not be able to just rest. Last night, I finally crashed (along with the help of some NyQuil), so I’m better now. But I had to put that misery into something readable, so this is it. Seriously, anyone out there with insomnia issues, I don’t know how you do it as a condition. Now pardon me, while I go….