Insomnia part IX

Another scene of a man suffering insomnia

Led opens, wheel spins to ignite a spark, the fume of the lighter's fuel fills his lungs along with tar, he can taste it as he bites the tip of the cigarette, although the taste could not wash the last of rum he drank, a  shaking hand holding a cup of black bitter coffee made at noon, he checks the time at 4:48am puts aside the cup and starts typing a letter, two pages were done and the radio suddenly went on, no music no sound, just a white noise, he gets off his seat to turn it off, he thought he left it on all that time, gets back to his seat to continue typing, just before the second page is finished he realizes a mistype, he puts it aside and starts over, copying the exact words, as he read the paper he realized that all the names in his letter were mistypes, the radio started making the same white noise, he unplugs it to assure silence, gets back to his seat to finish half of the second page.

White loud noise, the light on the radio shines brighter it almost looked like a flame on his old wooden coffee table; "tick tock, tick tock all those years and you're still in shock" he laughs, holds his coffee and lights another cigarette, awaits for the voices to start their nonsense, waits for 10 minutes; nothing but silence, checks the time, and says "I must finish this letter and continue work" as he looks to his watch again it reads 4:48am types more of his letter, white noise in the background, starts the third page, and suddenly, silence, the white noise stops the red light turns off; "you use work as an excuse to stay awake" "your hands are still shaking, they were steady while you were drinking that rum" "and you dragged them into your sleeplessness" "all to ease the burden of your heart" "wise my friend, selfish yet smart."

The radio falls breaks to pieces, silence again, carelessly he types, nothing but the sound of hard strikes on steel buttons, finishes the letter, and before he signs it a static white noise comes from the broken radio on the ground, "a new level of madness he reached, we are but voices we can't move things, we can't deal with matter" "it's all an illusion, it's not real, you're not real, it's only in my head" 

"just like the cemetery, just like your poetry we exist, like the heavy smoke inside your chest" he lights another cigarette, drinks more coffee tries to stay awake, "you're just leftovers of the alcohol I had"... "it's been days, still you're mad" "you really know how to drink, your fancy expensive drinks made us quite for a while"... "tick tock tick tock, time flies by when you are drunk" "and you have drowned them in your mystique heated wine"... "keep money in your pocket, food on your mind and the numbers will mean nothing... Donnie has died; he drowned in your drinks along with leds, he found himself new friends; they dance to the dry funeral drum as your intoxicating smoke covers the sun" a sound of a deep sigh "he chugs his coffee and smokes harder, he's almost sober and awake" 

"leave me alone, let me finish this letter and get back to work" he gathers the broken pieces of the radio, puts them aside and before typing his signature he takes another look at his watch; he reads the time; 3:33am, but it's blurry; "you didn't pray tonight" he puts it aside and finishes typing, as he holds the papers to put them in an envelope, he takes final glance at them, but he reads nothing, they are blank, white pages, white and bright, he falls on the chair and hears a feminine whisper; "white blind light"

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed.

Reviews

[Yasmin]

"a new level of madness he reached, we are but voices we can't move things, we can't deal with matter" "it's all an illusion, it's not real, you're not real, it's only in my head"
"just like the cemetery, just like your poetry we exist, like the heavy smoke inside your chest" he lights another cigarette, drinks more coffee tries to stay awake, "you're just leftovers of the alcohol I had"... "it's been days, still you're mad" "you really know how to drink, your fancy expensive drinks made us quite for a while"... "tick tock tick tock, time flies by when you are drunk" "and you have drowned them in your mystique heated wine"... "keep money in your pocket, food on your mind and the numbers will mean nothing... Donnie has died; he drowned in your drinks along with leds, he found himself new friends; they dance to the dry funeral drum as your intoxicating smoke covers the sun" a sound of a deep sigh "he chugs his coffee and smokes harder, he's almost sober and awake"

Impossibly beautiful

[M.Kilani]

More wicked if you ask me :P
Thanks again

[Coyote Poetry]

I like how each situation is made to feel important. I like the way you are leading the reader to a bad ending. No weakness in the excellent chapter.
Coyote