Insomnia Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
Insomnia
I lay awake
Not because
I choose to.
I feel jealous
Of my wife
Fast asleep
Beside me.
Not that
Her snoring
Disturbs me.
But I lay awake
Not out of my choice.
Men (or women?)
In white coats
Flit in and flit out.
I quiver in shingles.
Bundles of dreams
Shining white
Drift in and float out,
Their dead smiles drop
I still lay awake
Not out of choice.
I still lay awake
Sleep still eludes me
They say sleep is
Temporary death.
I feel vexed:
sleep stays away
Does death too?
Insomnia is very annoying. Your excellent poem does a fine job of probing this disorder.
I suffer from this ‘disorder' for quite some time. So this poem depicts my own experience. Thank You Evelyn
you have expressed the state of insomnia in such sleepless words and dazed phrases and hopeless images ---it is a torture to endure insomnia and your poem captures the particular dark cloud that hovers over those who cannot sleep
I feel so proud to write a poem worthy of attention of Susie and share it here. This is essentially why I am quite happy to read her comments, which, as always, is analytical and doubly inspiring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sleep stays away. I welcome something permanent. Does she, too?