i tossed, i turned, like a horizontal top;
a breathless fish, struggling to find moisture.
the night darkness was in enmity with me,
i was restless, sleepless, alert, awake.
supine, prone, side-lying... all fuck'n useless!
under the sheets, perhaps, over the sheets?
clothe, topless, naked, then clothe myself again.
why tire myself playing this stupid game,
when all hope of me winning is but a dream?
a breathless fish, struggling to find moisture.
the night darkness was in enmity with me,
i was restless, sleepless, alert, awake.
supine, prone, side-lying... all fuck'n useless!
under the sheets, perhaps, over the sheets?
clothe, topless, naked, then clothe myself again.
why tire myself playing this stupid game,
when all hope of me winning is but a dream?
6 comments:
tnx for the splint info. i'll check it out soon. have to really buy one na talaga.
insomia? hmm, maybe your body clock has changed na. force yourself to sleep early.:)
who's in the photo?
geez, same here.. i couldn't make myself to slumber even after i finished a book or gulp a gallon of milk...
matagal ko na rin problem ang insomnia, so ang ginagawa ko na lang kung di ako makatulog, di ako matutulog hehehe
is this what i think this is? lol.
I am actually beginning to ask the same thing victor.. hehehe. Just Kidding.
Passing by.
I like how this presented sleeping as a game - like a wrestling match. The rhythm of the words also matched the quick and sudden movements.
When I read it again, I thought it could be about sex. Others might think other things which is good.
I like poems that seems to be something but could be seen as another.
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