Insomnia

it's that time of night again

It's much later than I thought it would be

clench my eyes tight

colors and shapes tornado across my eyelids

try and force all thoughts of life out of my head

I'm torturing myself 

lying in this bed

I should know better than to torture myself

toss, flip, turn

one pillow under my head 

one pillow next to my chest

I imagine it's you lying next to me

fully aware that my infidelity 

was what made you leave

toss, flip flop and turn

I'll give it ten more minute
I'll try and clear my head 

of raging images of you and me

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the torture of guilt...a storm that won't quit...

and here we are...nothing left but imagination...i loved your use of tornado as a verb...

[audrie]

by the tornado I was thinking about when thoughts are just so rampant sometimes and come so quickly that it's hard to remember what the thought even was or of or how the thoughts even began. thanks Jacob