Insomnia II

[Bar22do]

My night struggles in the shadow of the asleep,
the chosen whom I deadly envy,
those snoring soundly to their innocence.
This night too, in love, is born only
to hand over more nights snaking along
tortuous days
twilight anguish and day confusion,
to tantalize hopes borne by flimsy drone.
I speculate about the limit of such tolerance
but I am the poorest of this misery guild;
puny fetus of night is the final flame - of all others’
that it contains - to be consumed awake.
And I roam uncapturable meanings of a will behind,
of fake footnotes I wish that they were the main.
Defeated, I lack consistence, as death.
How does the love of being measure against
all its fibers bound to existence end?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Chose to read I before II, to see what sort of light one would shed on the other, but each - especially II - is so dense that I will need to come back for a 2nd reading of each of them.

The 2nd one is especially impassioned: one feels the struggle between your commitment to sober clarity, and the disorder and rage created by sleepless nights.

[firefangled]

The tangled thoughts in this seem representative of the state of mind of sleeplessness. I'm not sure I am correct in saying this seemed like your intention. It seems the struggle is to make sleeplessness pay off somehow, The last two lines seem to gather the struggle into a concise question worthy of keeping one awake at night.

I am very familiar with insomnia, something I've dealt with for years. So my perception may be skewed to my own personal questions.

An intriguing poem.

[ampoule]

Oh, I love this....misery guild....and all of it. I will admit that most often I am the one snoring in her innocense, but put something up there...on my mind...oh boy, wide awake. I really, really like this...your poem, not the sleeplessness.

[Bar22do]

Chose to read I before II, to see what sort of light one would shed on the other, but each - especially II - is so dense that I will need to come back for a 2nd reading of each of them.

The 2nd one is especially impassioned: one feels the struggle between your commitment to sober clarity, and the disorder and rage created by sleepless nights.

So I wonder whether I managed to keep my commitment to sober clarity, albeit disorder invasion... The struggle was here between timid hope and dark, uncontrollable self-fulfilling prophecy... Thank you, Prince, for your so kind an attention.

[Bar22do]

Oh, I love this....misery guild....and all of it. I will admit that most often I am the one snoring in her innocense, but put something up there...on my mind...oh boy, wide awake. I really, really like this...your poem, not the sleeplessness.

Thank you, Ampoule, for loving this... my poem.;) And - although my protagonist (or me...) IS definitely envious of those who are capable of sleeping at night, she/I is happy too that the better part of humanity do sleep...

[Bar22do]

The tangled thoughts in this seem representative of the state of mind of sleeplessness. I'm not sure I am correct in saying this seemed like your intention. It seems the struggle is to make sleeplessness pay off somehow, The last two lines seem to gather the struggle into a concise question worthy of keeping one awake at night.

I am very familiar with insomnia, something I've dealt with for years. So my perception may be skewed to my own personal questions.

An intriguing poem.

Indeed, a real dense thought rope woven by long nights wide-awake... I am glad to read here that your insomnia, at least, is over, and am grateful for your understanding!... thank you, Fire