I stay awake
most nights
short of breath,
lost in thought.
The physicians said
it is allergy,
allergy to dust,
to vegetables, fish,
to pollen, maybe water,
milk, tomatoes
and whatnot.
But his medicines
have no effect,
my problem persists.
I now diagnose
I am allergic;
my thoughts
toxic to myself,
my body allergic
to my soul
(if I have one) .
Dear poet, your problem at this point in time seems involuntary. Have regular morning walks, take fresh air and relax. Furthermore, Yoga is the better solution. I think, these practices could help you instantly to get a little respite from this unwanted suffocation!
Thank you for the suggestions. Your concern touches me, sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
insomnia is satan's footprints intruding across our thoughts--- it seems to thankfully come in waves---we crawl through the sleep=deprived days until we crash and sleep long and deep, have a lucid day or two--then back onto the cycle== top marks for this poem
Thank you, Susie. Proud that this poem has attracted your attention