Sweet InsomniaA Chapter by J. ViandsEngulf me sweet insomnia Cradle me in the big
dipper It’s two in the
morning again Each cigarette puff
is a declaration Tomorrow night will
surely be another night Same with the one to
precede it A particular
tranquility fills the air at three AM With every footstep
echoing from the middle of the street Only a handful of
men and women seem to know what I mean Only a handful know
the owls deep wisdom Hovering in infinity
until the dawn shakes us from our conscious dream Then life dissolves
into a fanatical misfit’s play place Eyes are seeing
everything in repeat It comes to light
how delusional others can be How unsure reality
is, how a pacifist can learn to swing with closed fist Seems to me
everything is creeping by in a slow motion overdrive Blasphemy becomes a daily
thing Hear whispers coming
from nowhere in particular Not really saying
anything other than Engulf me sweet
insomnia © 2012 J. Viands |
StatsAuthorJ. ViandsLeesburg, VAAboutMy writing is refined in to portfolios I write to much to be able to post all my poetry separately don’t feel obligated to read the whole thing just what you would like… or the whole thi.. more..Writing
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