In the middle of June, I experienced an awful period of not being able to sleep properly. My mind would not shut off and by the time I wrote Insomnia I was physically exhausted. I don’t know how people who suffer with insomnia manage, I was actually sleeping. Not properly granted, but not at all? I’d have gone insane.
I was inspired by the fact my body ached
The poem is a bit like a prayer. “Dear Lord, I am so tired.” In the beginning there is a frustration about need to relax because the body is tired, and not being able to. This is mixed with the want to carrying and keep going because the mind is still active. This causes a confused stated of mind. The poem goes into with the physical restrictions of the exhaustion. “My arms and legs they ache” and into time and the number of hours sleep “My nights are getting shorter” and I want to address the effect that not sleeping has on your emotions. “I’m so fed up of this disguise” Stanza 1 to 4 repeat the first line of the verse as the last line. But the last Stanza begins “I want a life of zing and zest” and ends “For sleep is my only quest” clarifying that this has been the problem all along.