The Light Burns

I am kept awake by my phone. I am kept awake by myself.

I glare into my phone
Its light burns me

The sun has sunken low,
Dipped beneath the horizon
The moon has risen in its absence
To fend off the dark light

I bathe in artificial white
My body aches but I cannot
Feel
Swallowed in this eternal fight
To sleep
Or to keep
until the sun returns
Two choices held in endless
Perpetual
Discord

Succumb,
My body whispers
The soft lullaby
It coaxes and lures with,
Desire.
My mind argues
It resists with terrible twists and a burning cry
The Desire of the body
Cannot win against an uncaring mind

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

in Victorain England, children were drinking gin. in this epoch, i think the phone is our drug of choice. and when we feel anxious or depressed, the small screen is our way of escape. i have to admit, it's the same for me during many nights when my mind 'resists with terrible twists and a burning cry.'

[Gee]

My wife blinds herself awake every night then wakes in the morning complaining that she is tired !
I drop off to sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow

[Rustling Leaves]

Your wife knows the hidden potential that is night time scrolling but I'm jealous that you sleep so well...

[Joli Dy]

Yeah, I'll just be reading everything you write.

[Rustling Leaves]

I love you- I mean thank you!

[Joli Dy]

You're fun!