Blam! Pterodactyl Time!
Panic--greater standing mute or screaming?
Is this a death-in-life experience?
Better to lie still or run in circles?
Just now it's hard to tell the difference.
Flee, for your life, the south pole of inertia!
O tremor, shake this form with trembling!
Cliches and proverbs, exercise your power
And bring whatever comfort you can bring!
Tomorrow will be better--That's salvation!
Clutch at that thought with fingers cold as sleet!
There's still a mind that's capable of thinking,
Up there where dawn and dreams and reason meet;
And swirling in this nowhere-scape of shadows,
Familiar landmarks to the vision creep.
Ah, welcome, blessed angel of exhaustion!
With you at last, deliverance and sleep!
By Joanne Cage April 23, 2012
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Apr. 23, 10:00 PM - I'll work on this poem, trying to clarify what it's about.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Panic Attack or Simple Insomnia?
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2 comments:
Great poem. Very vivid. Sort of Poe-ish, but mostly your very own.
Wow...that was a very deep poem. Do you always write like that when you don't sleep? I just tend to ramble more than usual. I do have panic attacks and they are not pleasant. I have been having them more nowadays. No clue why. Anyway, hope you get some sleep soon.
Hugs...
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