Vigil

Past the point of recognition,
No longer is it just a mere transition,
Insomnia is a chronic condition,
And soon I will need to seek a physician,

My thoughts are a a vortex of omission,
Punched and pulled into submission,
They fuse together in one coalition,
Until each one faces its own destruction.

Why is a writing desk like a raven?
Can they ever discover a safe haven?
They cringe and charge in craven,
Then still they stand pawns of graven.

Until the wonderful imaginings,
Turn to vapor, and there are no beginnings,
Nor endings, only printings,
Of what may have, could have, might have been.

 

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Insomnia is a chronic condition,
And soon I will need to seek a physician.

The above lines are quiet impressive as well as joyous to me. Liked it. This poem`s full of Rhymes either. Well pen`d!!

[Rebecca Leigh]

Thank you:)