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Insomnia Stories



"Dear 3am, we have got to stop meeting this way... I’d much rather sleep with you." - Insomniacs.

Why are you such a jerk, brain? Why is this the time of day I suddenly feel most awake and alive? Seriously, I must question my sanity entirely when at 4:37am I am so over the not sleeping and all the thinking, questioning, analysing that I consider going...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Put a little light in this little lamp of mine,Trim the wick and clean the soot,And rearrange the skies.Put the sparkle in the stars,And kiss the sun to bed,The...

Insomnia Listening: carsListening: clockListening: pipesListening: thoughtsListening, thoughts Take them away, carsTake them away, clockTake them away, pipesListening: thoughtsListening, thoughts Pushing back carsPushing back clockPushing back pipesListen...

Hours Before Dawn

I often wake in the wee hours, and sometimes in my sleepy fog I think it's already morning.

Implacable thoughts Like a slow dripping leak Like the drone of an alarm just out of reach Too persistent to let me sleep Too soon, I think morning has come, and rise The steady trill of rumination follows me through a mirrorless house to a set of drapes...

It slays my heart And rips at my torn soul, This dark abyss of nothingness. It takes hold, But I fight it. I feel it following me Like a shadow I cannot escape. Sometimes I can fight it off, Prevent it from consuming me And turning my mind dark. Then ther...

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I'm sure you don't remember the first time we met. I say "met"; it was but a brief moment in which two strangers passed each other by, one barely noticing the other, if at all, but leaving an unmistakably profound impression on him—on me. No, I am certain...

Insomnia's Children

What happens to all those characters who are never written down?

He comes first, lumbering out of the gloomy shadows. Half-asleep, I try to protest, but his fist curls around my collar and he yanks me out of bed. He is the hardened villain of my nightmares who both terrifies and fascinates me.Right now, terrified wins....