Insomnia

In an echoless life

in the pale light of

the full moon

 

Ashes scatter the floor

of dreams now dead

is what surrounds me

 

Dark sad eyes

no longer able to shed tears

stare at the floor

 

Snapshots of how life was

filed away in my mind

remembering brings such pain

 

My shadow clings

to the scattered ashes

as I fade away

 

The taste of blood

makes me aware

I’ve bitten my lip

 

Cold fingertips touch the spot

red the only colour

I’ve noticed in a while

 

 

 

Reviews

[Francis Orion]

Beautiful poem. I feel the sadness of 'dreams now dead' as if why bother to sleep. Well done.

[MCS]

Francis thank you for the friend request and your kind words regarding my post.