Queen Mab is Missing

The relentless assault of insomnia

is my mind's single obsession.

What a tormented circle of thinking

that keeps me from falling asleep.

 

If I could turn these nights into slumber

and catch the thing that escapes me,

I'd never know the sting of these tears

that choke me while they wake me.

 

The slur of my tongue,

the blur of my eyes,

keep me trapped in a Hell of my own.

If you ever wanted to torture someone,

keep them awake and alone.

 

 

Reviews

[Vishuddha]

I am amazed at your poem and that it is one no one has reviewed! I am new to this site but have already found how easily the earliest poems of a new member are ignored. Your sense of rhythm is magical and your content poignant. I hope you have not given up on writing poetry because you have a talent.
(I appreciate the coincidence that you posted this one and only on My Birthday - but, four years ago! What have you been doing since then?)