I haven’t written in a while (poetry that is), and so, I decided to get back in the game. The topic is something I’ve been experiencing lately – the inability to sleep.
The darkness has finally taken hold.
Pitiless is the night – still and cold.
I lie awake, my breath runs deep,
struggling to locate a peaceful sleep.
Curled up like a spool, I toss and turn
while my fevered body continues to burn.
Beads of perspiration slowly slide
down the contours of Nocturnal’s bride.
A blessing or a curse, I yet not know.
The sands of time has stopped its flow.
My fatigue wears on, a night so long,
I listen as Silence sings my song.
A warped sense of reality now consumes
all consciousness. I cannot resume
Life’s broken clock. So patiently, I wait
for another miracle dawn to break.