Member Poem

There are nights when even the pills fail,
their promise of peace crumbles like ash.
My mind is a restless storm,
thoughts racing, twisting,
turning upon themselves.

Each night I close my eyes,
but sleep is a cruel spectre,
hovering just beyond reach.

Then my sleeplessness turns on me.
My heart beats hard and fast,
like a bird, trapped against the bars of my ribs.
Pain coils tight in my chest.
The room spins, its edges blur.

I cannot think.
I cannot feel.
I cannot speak.

They give me something stronger,
a potion to drown the chaos.
And finally, I slip beneath the waves.

Eight hours.

Sixteen.

Twenty-four.

I wake, stiff and heavy,
My heart is quiet,
its rebellion subdued for now.
But I know this truce is fragile.

Until next time, Insomnia.