Echoes of Insomia

Preface: I wrote this on a restless night. Part funny. Part serious.

Boom, Boom, Boom. The Noise fills the Room.

Drip, Drip, Drip. Am I going to slip?

Tick, Tock, Tick. Let me go to sleep quick.

Snap, Crackle, Pop. This isn’t the time to shop.

Bang, Bang, Bang. In unison, the door and wall sang.

Mistakes, Mistakes, Mistakes. Yonder, daytime breaks.

Restless Morning. Side eyes glaring, waiting wistfully for this somber night to calm.

Carefully examining the warning given by the clock. Tick, Tick, Tick.

Morning will come soon with an aching dawn and morning dew. Sleep, Sleep, Sleep.

Will the waking calls of the morning be enough to wake me? Snore, Snore, Snore.

Buzzer rings. Waking alarmingly. Time for another day. Shit, Shit, Shit.

© Dereck Pritchard, 2024. All Rights Reserved. Okay to share in full with clear credit to the author. Partial excerpts require written permission.