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Thursday, September 27, 2012

A whole lot of nothing...

the night has fallen
it's so quiet i can hear my heart beat
this is when my mind starts racing 
i can't make it stop
sometimes,
i don't really want to

i wonder if other insomniacs go through this as well
wondering
thinking
regretting
longing
worrying
battling inner demons

as tired as my body is
my mind is on overdrive

do you miss me at all?
are you sorry?
was everything a lie?

i miss you
and i'm sorry
and nothing was a lie

stressing 
debating
plotting
rambling

it's what i do best at 12:49 a.m.
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5 comments:

Belle said...

Hey, it was nice to read in your previous post all the fun you have been having with your friends on weekend getaways! I love doing that kind of stuff.

I get insomnia too. I take an ativan when that happens. But I love the way you wrote about it.

Yvonne said...

Belle- thanks! i don't really like taking stuff to make me sleep but i guess i'm going to have to start, if i want to function the next day!

Xiomara said...

I like this poem, especially "I can hear my heart beating."

mywordwall said...

Yay! I hear ya. Insomnia is never ever nice.

Yvonne said...

Xiomara- thanks! glad you dropped by!

mywordwall- No, it's horrible! Thank you for dropping by!