Insomnia (three poems)

I can’t sleep but I’m not awake
What the hell is this life?
For goodness sake
Pushing myself through the day
Must keep going
Come what may
Treacle limbs
And cotton wool brain
My mind is numb
But I can’t numb the pain
Will I feel well ever again?

Clock ticking, slumber time.
Dearest sleep, won’t you be mine?
Wrap me in your soft embrace
So that I the morning can face.

Morning’s come
It’s time to rise
But I can’t open my sleepy eyes
Enjoying the warmth of my soft bed
As I rest my weary head:-)

Sleep eludes me on this night as I think about the morrow,
Would that I had some extra hours that I could beg or borrow
Quieting the mind is an irksome task that I can’t always complete
Must I deny myself of this
And give in to defeat?
May dreams sweep me away to soothing slumber
An escape from humdrum routine
What is this all for and what does it really mean?


By Sarah Downing

My name is Sarah. I was born and grew up in England and currently live in Düsseldorf, Germany, with my fiancé Corey and my cuddly cat Biscuit. I work as a translator and writer for my own company Aardwolf Text Services ( and I love vintage clothes and music, as well as singing karaoke.

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