It's been six months and Taylor hasn't slept for a minute of it.
His girlfriend (Kate) is unaware of his extreme insomnia and leaves him overnight while she is away on a business trip. In her absence Taylor's sleep deprivation turns to psychosis.
Now alone he imagines his household appliances tormenting him.
Until he decides to act.Awake is a film I discovered three years ago, and it was so disturbing that it inspired me to write this five-act poem:
Is
there a way to stop the beating of
The
metronomic pulse inside my head –
We
know how time may race for those in love
But
slow for those whose dread is never dead?
Is
there a way to stop the taunting of
–
As if the television were my head –
The
lady whom I love, but can she love
The
way I was the night I struck him dead?
Is
there a way to stop this thinking of
Whatever
runs like ink inside my head –
This
trauma from a tale I do not love
To tell and wish instead
that I were dead?Awake, Act 3. The Madman's Curse © Ron Villejo
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