Insomniac

Insomniac

A Poem by Frances Clark

You wear the wig,

That is sleeplessness,

Rested on your head,

Indestructible, as it, follicle

By your body, only can you

Light yourself up, in a burn.

 

As it, hacks into your brain

It allows nothing to order,

Neither any perspiration.

So you’re stuck in mud,

You can never get out of bed

When you only lie in it.

© 2013 Frances Clark


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Added on December 3, 2013
Last Updated on December 3, 2013
Tags: sleep, wig, bed, human, life, time, head, fire, brain, body