i offered my bedding to Sleep, but the
Great Stealer of dreams took them,
instead. shouts of horror as my body
grew too narrow for His breath and
mine: and so, i lie here, awake. He'd
take my days if i'd let him. still and all,
would be nice to close my eyes, if for a
minute or two, but He's there, in the
darkness, waiting for the moment my
eyelids fold shut. i. will. not. let. them ....
I too have insomnia most nite, unless I take a sleeping pill. Just cannot get to sleep it seems, too much to think about at nights. Anxiously awaiting the morning when I cannot sleep. Usually not an early riser, unless something going on when I get up early as possibly can. Your photos are absolutely sensational.
wow, this is novel and I like it Karla -- sleep, the illusive place of residence for rest, within our minds -- 2-3 hrs. is not enough, I know -- peace and love my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Hi Karla, geez I know this too well... I like the ending... it fits perfectly.... thank you for sharing this my friend... and hey, if you were half asleep writing this, I'd love to see what you write when fully awake... ;]
Dear Karla,
You've written this so well. I've only experienced insomnia once or twice in my long lifetime but that was enough for me. It was no fun. Whatever is troubling you get rid of it. I wish you nights of peaceful slumber.
Marcia
Wow this sounds like a nightmare to me Karla but love how sharp and strong you express your insomina...lot better than saying I couldn't sleep...lol
hugs
fee
Yikes--I've been having some world class nightmares myself lately, but this breathes Sheer Terror! Take care and thanks-- I think ;) --for sharing the nightmare. ((()))
What a chilling, claustrophobic feel to this write! BRR!!! That's what I got upon reading this nailbiter! Very well penned; brava! And the piccy is too cool!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Been there, done that ... bought the tee shirt. Well said, Karla! It reminded me of the times when I close my eyes to try to sleep, and see light spots floating around, advancing, retreating, forming into imaginary faces. Gotta leave that caffein alone, so late in the evening.
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Lin
As a chronic insomniac I know exactly what you mean. Thank you so much for this.
John
A dark feel of a write not to mention understandable.
I like your graphic as well.
Quite unique.
Blessings,
Gwendolyn
In Christs Love
Michelle~
You've written this so well. I've only experienced insomnia once or twice in my long lifetime but that was enough for me. It was no fun. Whatever is troubling you get rid of it. I wish you nights of peaceful slumber.
Marcia
Love,
Eileen
With Love,
Cindy
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fee
Regis
No more diet cokes for you before bedtime! LOL
What a chilling, claustrophobic feel to this write! BRR!!! That's what I got upon reading this nailbiter! Very well penned; brava! And the piccy is too cool!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D