The clock is ticking
My heart is racing
The night is going
The morning’s coming
It’s happening again
The clock is ticking
My heart is racing
The night is going
The morning’s coming
Sleep evades me
The clock is ticking
My heart is racing
The night is going
The morning’s coming
My lost dreams
The clock is ticking
My heart is racing
The night is going
The morning’s coming
Thoughts bloom like jellyfish
Postscript
This poem turns insomnia into a repeating structure. The same four lines return again and again, not as explanation, but as recurrence: clock, heart, night, morning. The mind does not move forward so much as circle the same pressure until the final image appears. “Thoughts bloom like jellyfish” gives the sleepless mind a body: luminous, drifting, beautiful, and difficult to touch without being stung.
Image Credit
Image: Jelly Fish, Oliver Jennrich, licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0.
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