somewhere in the darkness
a bell clangs.
i look up from my
restless
slumber
numb and painful
nonexistant
(i like that word)
and see the clock
says two a.m.
well
if that bell's clanged
to tell me the hour
that i should be
sleeping
by now
it's clanged one too few
i think
or maybe it's
the ghost of christmases yet to come
come to show me the way out
maybe
because something's just gone wrong
i woke up
stunned and muted and weak
and i hate not knowing
why
come to show me
the way out?
i'll follow you
i don't care
'cause i'm shaking
and this insomnia's
not enough
something's just soured
and i can't see
where
why?
am i up
scrawling
at two a.m.
t h r e e more hours
but it's never
enough
anymore
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