Poetry – Page 37 – James Pack

Throwback Thursday Poetry: RLS

all these prickling, burning Sensations
do what i must to keep my mind deceived
i lose to Insomnia’s Invasion

almost unbearable Irritation
through constant movement relief is achieved
all these prickling, burning Sensations

body awakes the brain with persuasion
how could my tired mind be so naive
i lose to Insomnia’s Invasion

i can feel them, the subtle Vibrations
these things my nervous system does receive
all these prickling, burning Sensations

not much to do with sleep deprivation
it’s too much for my conscience to conceive
i lose to Insomnia’s Invasion

it seems like improper circulation
or that’s what i have been led to believe
all these prickling, burning Sensations
i lose to Insomnia’s Invasion

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Every night before bed
Write down three good things
Good things that happened
That day and why they’re important

Every night with your family
Ask them to tell you
Three good things that happened
To them that day

Every night and every day
Look for the good things
Sometimes it’s hard but
Good things are all over

You just have to look

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Perhaps I did not know how to speak
Unaware that my words were angry
I never meant to be aggressive

Patience was lost with my frustration
A roaring rage ripped and rose too high
Only after would I feel ashamed

The wrath now laxed and dissipated
My pride destroyed due to my actions
Sometimes I wish to avoid people

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.