Night Commotion
Night Commotion
I wish I had a magic potion
to still the din of night commotion
in this brain that will not quiet,
in constant state of rebellious riot.
Sleep eludes my weary soul.
My restlessness lacks self control...
whispers in my crowded brain,
sings and taunts in loud refrain.
In tempo time to silent din,
my legs grow restless from within
and stubbornly will not relent...
cannot relax, quite discontent.
And thus it goes into the night
where sleeplessness is but my plight.
I wish I had that magic potion
to end this constant night commotion!
Comments
Max, I so hate it when that happens! I have a tendency on a good day to over-think...maybe that is why Origami so appeals to me! LOL
That's an awesome poem - all about me =) For the past 24 hours I had a nap of about couple hours only... When brain is in overdrive - it's just impossible to shut it down, nothing works... Bad brain, bad! Intensive thinking can be real dangerous for health =)
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jisblessed, thank you for your visit and lovely comment...it is on these nights that I most sincerely turn to prayer!
I enjoyed the deep emotions relayed in this, awesome! It just makes me think and say JESUS!
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Thank you, Gus!
No_Clue - This one is certainly concerned with something familiar to all, but no one but you would have described something so otherwise invisible with such visual clarity. Nice work, Good Friend.
Gus :-)))
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Thank you, miss_jkim, sometimes I envision a hamster cage up there with a wheel, and the hamsters get active at night and run in circles on that durned wheel!
bb, I must confess...I was born and raised a Catholic and no offense to Catholics but I have been know in days past to drag out the rosary at bed time...hope I don't get struck with a lightning bolt for that little confession....
Sunnie, thank you so much for your awesome visits and comments! You always brighten my day!
Absolutely wonderful writing! Such an awesome visual.Thank you so much for sharing. Up and beautiful.
Sunnie
I wish I could help you sleep, my dear friend.
If it helps I can sleep like someone of the Adams Family while standing on my head or on a bed of nails or perhaps in an old coffin just in case a simple giggle is enough to stop your chase.
I remember as a little boy, I would imagine myself as a super hero, and the tale of my quests to save the world would bore me quick to sleep...
Good luck my friend with all that peaceful rest. Perhaps a count of not those sheep, but one of boring quests.
I can so relate to this one. Sometimes the voices in my mind just want to be heard, or written, and I just wish I could close my eyes and drift off.
Great Hub!
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Docmo, you are very welcome! If I should discover one, I will let you know!!!
Oh No_clue, I wish I had that potion too! My nights as you have heard, are forever.. and ever. Thanks for this lovely ditty.
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bella, thanks! this was actually sparked by Bumpsysmum's write about Sleep at Dawn!
star, counting sheep doesn't work for me either! But...I get some of my best reading and writing done in insomnia! lol Hugs and Thanks!
Count sheep hunnie. Never works for me either lol Love this one, as bella says promotes great imagery.
No_Clue, Great write I love the imagery used I felt the emotion in this one....
smiles :)
bella
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