Take Me
Sleep please take me Take me away Away to a place Far from the fray. The fray of life Of life so hard So hard, a lonely Broken shard.
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Sleep please take me Take me away Away to a place Far from the fray. The fray of life Of life so hard So hard, a lonely Broken shard.
So here I am once again awake throughout the night, The shift was long and slow with one small, little fight The drinks were flowing freely as they poured them with no care, The only thing I wanted...
No nightmares for me tonight, Tonight I'll sleep ever so tight, Thinking of you ever so right, Placing you deep in my sight.
Sleep evades me on this fine winter night The birds outside seem to think it's now sunrise Haven't they realized We changed the clock and moved the times.
It can take but the creak of a stair; The light pad of a footstep; The clearing of a throat; The opening of a draw.
I really should be sleeping, But I'm just lying here instead. Staring at the darkness, Thoughts floating through my head. All the things to do tomorrow, All the things I didn't do today.
I don't know how to sleep anymore. I watch the sky bright-eyed upon its freckled scene, as its light gazes back upon me and my spineless soul.
~ It's 4am and I'm still avoiding sleep, so I wrote this poem.
In symmetry we close our eyes I try to visualise your face Nothing seems to appear Questions dance around my head A symphony of confusion I settle for the night wind Soothing and relaxed It...
I can't sleep. To many things on my mind. Eating away at my sanity. Threatening my very self with illusions of what could be. Illusions of other things that no one ever thinks about. Too many things.
While everyone else is sleeping, I lie awake. I think about the past and the future. The present is dark and depressing, more so than the past. A broken heart, a lost love.
I should be sleeping, I say to myself yet again. Yet my mind is racing round and round on pointless unimportant things.
Isn't it funny (well not really funny in the slightest, but I digress) that when you are just about to go to sleep and your head hits the fluffy pillow luring you into your sweet slumber your brain...
It's such an elusive thing. Fleeting. Sitting on the sofa watching the TV, you feel you eyelids start to droop and so take yourself to bed.
There are lots of people that will tell you working through the night is a bad thing. Hell, they are probably right.
Literally just had this conversation.. Me: I can't sleep. My mother: Just go to sleep darling. Me: I CAN'T. Mother: Of course you can. Me: No I can't. I never can.
Waiting [Story] Some of Chapter One I lay in my bed; my room is dark and oh so cold.