4:45 am - a poem about not being able to sleep.

4:45 AM

How i call upon Mneme with ease,

(Simple presses open the wound),

and breathe deep that Nyxen night breeze

praying to that Styx made moon.

But thoughts, they do rise, 

bodies to the surface of my mire,

And to avoid their siren cries,

i breathe in steady measure.

They stir the dark water

Lapping at my face.

i pray i do not falter,

And keep my breath in pace.

But soon i am drowned

By memories cruel ghost,

And i pray i am found

By that mischievous Hypnos.

Chronos plays his tricks

Written in red he mocks

And i count my breath in ticks

Of that betraying clock.

*i struggled a lot with sleep apnea for a long part of my life. at the worst of it i was waking up 50 times an hour. actually getting REM was rare and hard for most of my highschool career. i would spend hours in that liminal space between asleep and awake. i went with a greek motif, cause you know, poetry and shit, and im a mythos nerd. ya you outed me. i wrote a percy jackson fan fic when i was 13. who didnt?