insomnia poem

dont look up

whilst in a nightmare

if you saw heaven

why are you scared

it was obscene

visceral, bloody

something too real

to ever be called a dream

with eyeless heads

and bloody severed wings

the angels above

have seen too many things

to be loved

by an all good being

fills you with evil

you have to leave

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some have so many evil thoughts filling their heads that they cannot look up. Weighed down by thoughts of bitter revenge, ugly accomplishments to be had...nightmares at noon, at dawn, at sunset.
some things we see, we can never forget.
j.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this poem packs a powerful punch. i have so many questions. what made you write this poem? i dare ask, what inspired it? what inspires you in general?

[Everett Dulin]

My inspirations lie with my emotions, this ones imagery came from a particularly bad nightmare I had. Sometimes the lines of right and wrong become so blurred it's a shame to call yourself human.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

yeah. dreams, and especially nightmares are a great subjects to work with. i think Wes Craven said something like: if you write about what you fear, you start to stop fearing fear.