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Sleep is a friend I have fallen out with,
I wish she would come back to me.
I bring her Valerian, milk and honey,
I plead with her, I promise her dreams.
I wander the house listening for her voice
lisping in the cupboards, beyond the walls.
She has sent me here, it’s not the same
as the world by day. I have no friends.
I am alone in slumbering rooms
with snoring chairs and bare faced clocks
I used to love her velvet arms,
her fur kisses, her soundless caves.
If only she would tell me what I’d done
and what it is she wants from me.
Insomnia was first published in Sudden Collapses in Public Places (Arc Publications, 2003) © 2003 Julia Darling: used with permission. Copyright of this poem remains with the poet’s family: please do not download or republish without permission.
