My Sleep is Broken – a short rhyming poem that captures the constant struggle with sleep and mental health

My sleep is broken,

my mind is choking.

My tears are frozen,

But they are always there and my thoughts provoke them.

I’m walking the path with friends, but I feel so alone,

I’m lost within the walls of my own home.

And I can’t get to grips with my head,

Now I wonder, am I better off dead?

My energy dissipates,

As soon as others are in my space.

Have they done this on purpose?

Those little mother fuckers.

As I fall gladly towards the end of it all,

I answer oblivions call.

I think I found my wall,

Gotta make a prison to break prison and free yourself from it all.

My own world surrounds me,

I rebound off things I cannot see.

Reverberate and resonate through invisible chains,

Somehow, they know how to find my pain.

Then they add to it until I feel insane,

And make me carry it until I feel drained.

But I realise now they cut it free,

I’m so tired because I’m recovering.

My words feel alive like they are discovering,

They source rebirth, but do it clumsily.

Cutting through the fibres of my being and undoing me,

My body was the start, but I can finally breathe.

And as my mind fell apart, people used my words to come and save me,

I have to thank the moon and the stars,

For not abandoning me on my path.

The beautiful people that you are,

Will remain forever in my heart.

[Written: 2025-04-30]