Insomnia

in between

a black-winged dove

 

hovered near the moon  

 

as a fist thundered through the wall

 

she was sinking into her tears

 

feeling the barbs from her pillow of dreams

 

twisted shadows taunting  

 

drunken echoes

 

in this endless night

 

and how she could feel them

 

a million eyes , staring

 

outside her broken window

 

there , down there  

 

in the streets , those dirty streets

 

away from their beds

 

sleepless  

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'and how she could feel them

a million eyes , staring'

quite brilliant in its effect, we are drawn into her nightmare vision with an intense and very immediate flow of images. i loved the way you broke up the flow towards the end with a change of rhythm, the last word light in texture. stunning!

[SkinlessFrank]

this is like the sleeplessness that we feel not at night, but when our soul is troubled and we are caught in the vortex of the madness that IS and that sends us running for cover

I can read your artistic quill over and over again, it so gets me, this is such a painful truth, of how it can be in the lonely streets, nice point of view, not afraid to show the world some truth. I appreciate. Excellent as always.

[Emily B]

too many sleepless nights have got me feeling a little lost

you hit it

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haunting in its melody..there is depth to this..hidden in the beauty of the words..magical

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Dark as Gotham, and sadly, a story that plays out all too often.
I love how you write with no boundaries. You are a master craftsman.

[Lilly Negoi]

this is beyond insomnia...and beyond dreams