Insomnia 2

Insomnia 2

I’ve had so many reasons
not to sleep in my life,
but now I’m just scared
of my dreams,
vivid, thrashing tours
of old fears and faces.
I’ve called them many things:
stress dreams; trauma
dreams; nightmares;
stuffing them in boxes
as they screamed
warnings into my ear.
I finally heeded them
but my brain hasn’t quite
caught up. That’s what I
tell myself. But at 2:37am
it feels like there’s some scuttling thing
biding its time in my head.
I’ve tried stoning it to death
with bong-rip artillery
I’ve tried embracing it
as a long-lost comrade.
Nothing stops the dreams.
So I listen to music
and soak in the quiet
of the early morning
before doing my nightly devotions
to a pain I’ve only started to feel.
I wonder if this poem will help.
doubtful; the rest haven’t.
But I will try just about anything
for one good night’s sleep.

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