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Author Name: FreeTashtego57 18 Comments
Date Added: January 04, 2010 12:01:56 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Sleep and the Troubled Mind

Sleep does not come to the troubled mind.

Thoughts blurred and become greatly confused

As the weight of the issues press down,

Seeking resolution of problems yet unsolved.


What can I do to fix this mess at work of

Unfilled expectations and promises unkept?

How much rests on me and how much

On the others who their pledges completely unmet?


The night rolls on; the clock strikes one

And the issues demand answers on the morrow.

Rest may bring cures but how can one rest

In the face of such pain and deep sorrow?


What of my love who has suffered by me?

Where are my commitments and vows?

Why do urges haunt and disrupt

And take me from here and now?


The digits keep moving, the time is now two

With the night so hastily fleeing.

Still issues continue their inexorable march

And no solutions is he seeing.


My children appear lost as small ships at sea

And seem to be lacking of all direction.

But their courses they seem to be set upon

And they want not their fatherís protection. 


The brandyís not helped and he thinks of the pills

That might let him escape sleeplessness harm.

But he fears they may work too effectively

And heíd sleep through his waking alarm.


My friend is now hurting from a personal loss

Yet Iím powerless to make the connection.

Cloaked in secrecy she remains due to cowardly fears

And he prays she wonít feel cold rejection.


His despair grows more frantic as four passes by

But to his dismay, he finds sleep not nearer.

Then almost as night has faded away

He slips into the sleep he should fear.


My dreams are confused; they make little sense

And I find nightmares where I have sought rest.

There are no answers here where beasts crash in

Into chaos like a hornetís nest.


The heartless chirp of the clock breaks him out of his sleep

And he wakes under the cloud of a headache.

Another day beckons, the struggles still there.

Challenges to face; decisions to make.

Author's Notes:
sometimes sleep doesn't come too easily....
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Comment By: FreeMaples on October 20, 2010 07:35:16 PM Report
It's like you've been inside my head all my constant worrying. I dont think I couldhave ever told it so well



Comment By: FreeCiera on June 23, 2010 11:15:04 PM Report

Sometimes I find it hard to sleep with so much on my mind so I can relate to it somewhat, an amazing poem(:

Comment By: FreeJo on February 8, 2010 02:55:23 PM Report
I kind of think of it as the Insomnia Club.  I rarely get more than four hours.  I got five the other day and felt like I'd won the lottery. 


I really liked the conversational style of this.  It was a feel of an old friend telling you their problems.  Great job on it. 

Comment By: FreeWith pain comes strength on January 23, 2010 09:47:25 PM Report
Geeeee! I could relate to this one, loved the tempo of this write too.

The things that go through our heads as we lie awake in bed at night!

A great write

Comment By: FreeHannah Mae on January 18, 2010 12:05:05 PM Report
When you got to the Brandy and pills I feared the worst. Glad he just woke up with a headache. When I can't sleep, or have to work quite early, I have dreams about being late for work and/or making horrible mistakes. And my mind wanders through every question or problem or interest that I have. Drives me nuts! I've found (for me) the cure for that is to turn on the stereo, or a movie I've watched before. My mind settles on the storyline and, because I already know it, I can sleep!



Comment By: Freebloodtear on January 14, 2010 08:53:58 AM Report
its beyond me how a weight in ur mind can disrupt sleep so much. i liked the way you wrote this, counting through the hours, at the end you could almost feel the cycle of it. keep it up =)
Comment By: FreeRachel on January 13, 2010 11:55:44 AM Report
Wonderful poem, you did an excellent job portraying this situation honestly and with emotion. I completely understand this being an insomniac myself.
Comment By: FreeLinda Jo on January 8, 2010 11:21:36 PM Report
this shines with great style, Andrew!  Like two poems, one with your voice, your worries, and your heart-searching questions. The other stanzas seemed to be written as if someone was looking over your shoulder as an observer, perhaps a sleep study...and wonder he can't sleep, he has way too much on his mind.  I admire your deep thoughts as they show what you are made of and what you strive for each day.
Comment By: FreeAmber P on January 7, 2010 10:28:15 PM Report
In my opinion, this is your best one yet. 
Comment By: FreeAngelface on January 7, 2010 12:00:47 PM Report
I know what ya mean! The struggles in this life we all find hard to bare with them. Its hard to accomplish life with happiness and joy, due to the ecconomy. We sometimes want more in life, than what we really need! That we focus on the things that tear us away from our true blessings in life! God blessed you with being a husband and a father, they are your first responsibility under God! If you give all your stress over to God, He will fill your life with peace, love and harmony. This poem was very heart felt! I will be praying for you!



Comment By: FreeShanik Brooks on January 5, 2010 04:54:49 PM Report
I can really relate to this piece. I use to have really bad insomnia about a year ago. I would only sleep like two or less hours a day so I know what this is like. Nice job :) Nik
Comment By: FreeGlata on January 5, 2010 03:50:21 AM Report
Sleep is over rated....As a dear friend of mine says..."I'll sleep when I'm dead." In the meantime  I guess we'll just keep tossing and turning...and wondering when we're gonna reach our breaking point.

Hang in there. Jim Beam makes a good liquid sleep agent...if that doesn't work try someone with a baseball bat, lol! works every time!


Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on January 5, 2010 02:34:26 AM Report
sleep and the troubled mind?....ok it's 2:30 well i know this struggle. 
excellent expression of something us grown-ups know too often.

cindy xo

Comment By: FreePamela A. Lamppa on January 4, 2010 09:56:46 PM Report
"What of my love who has suffered by me?
Where are my commitments and vows?
Why do urges haunt and disrupt
And take me from here and now?"

This stanza caught my attention and held me ...
Sounds like an inner fight where "choices made" determine the outcome.  Some addictions are tougher than others.

I have also been told that sleep is over-rated.  Perhaps perspective is everything.
Wonderful the way you chose to differentiate the inner thoughts from the outer actions.  Well planned and thought out.  Nice work with this one.

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on January 4, 2010 09:33:49 PM Report
I enjoyed the two voices, the verses in italics gave a more personal look at the issues which keep the man from restful sleep...the other was more a voice of a narrator. Nicely done...this is a great look at insomnia. Those darn dreams can be as bad or worse than not being able to sleep at all. Been there...still there too often.



Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on January 4, 2010 06:11:00 PM Report
You captured the anguish well
Ali x
Comment By: Freekatlyn on January 4, 2010 03:43:39 PM Report
Im a young person so i cant understand your stress and pressure completly but i can imagine. I really like this poem. :)



Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on January 4, 2010 12:50:58 PM Report
 As I read your emotions all filled with struggling thoughts
I know of all the sleepless night as you lie awake with so much
to do and life has its way of confusing our mind with more pressures and decisions to do in a every day situatation...
 Pills and booze sometimes the only way to rest...
but its not a sound sleep.... I have done the same  thing...just so exhausted but the mind will not rest.... 


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