March 13, 2009
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I wrinkle and wipe away at my tired eyes. I cannot sleep. It’s like a reoccurring nightmare. Something you want so bad is just within your grasp. You’re sprinting after it following it so closely but never reaching the goal. I cannot dream. I can’t get away from reality just for a few hours. I just think and am conscious. The pulls of suburban life are tugging at my frame and making me disclose myself and my surroundings. Putting me in a state of absolute dread. Ever moment waiting for drowsiness to sweep me off my feet but it never does. It feels as if the escape of dreams is taunting me. Slowly killing me.

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theoobleck This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 11, 2009 at 10:09 pm
I agree, I have insomnia too and have never been able to put it into words the utter pain in it. But you achieved it. Great job.
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