Insomnia
When shadows fall upon the eyes
dusk casts great nothingess
voids inside break such glass
with shattering clarity
shut, all shut, please shut
eyes are cruel instrunments
shut both, please shut
night's truth has fallen
past memories decieving
when all' is for
sleep, please shut,
don't let these dreams fade
quick numbness steals
brazen glorious walks
like bird flitting listlessly
in canopies above
filtering light leaves darkspots
shade for me
when anger doesn't but keep inside
to darken the soul
because anger is cruel to me
I cannot feel like anger should
only cold, as if there is something more
I'm supposed to do
but shut, please shut
so sleep may assail
such this weary soul
for the night
Like a burning itch
in the soul
a restlessness steals over me
as I toss to my left side
(I've heard it's bad for the heart to sleep on the left side)
the room is dim
illuminated only by a shitty nightlight
the bulb blinking
in an erratic succession
ever-so-often
I watch the shadows
cross the walls idly
darkened figures
of protruding importance.
They wisper promises of sleep
blessed sleep
I am so weary
but it doesn't come
memories of the day
fold ten fold in my mind
nonsensical phrases appear
on my minds horizon
I sigh as I turn onto my right
wishing I could crawl inside my mind
to exclaim:
"Shut the hell up in there
I'm trying to get some damn sleep!"
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