Last Man Standing

Last Man Standing

A Poem by Z.Silas

Last Man Standing

Sifting through these pills like cremated bones in ashes
I've tried all the answers and I obeyed the Lord's disaster
Why can't I fall asleep like blacking out is just a dream
I have my hands out waiting to be filled with disappointments
I reply and haunt them with my begotten face
No use for prayers because my salvation is not for sale
And I haven't been on my knees since purgatory
My orphans will never have any broken homes
I've been brooding in the waste water of her majesties laughter
Six hundred Days of insomniaction and night terrors
I wipe the rust from my eyes and apply a thin coat of violence
Tomorrow will be twice as long as forever
So I eclipse my skull with a hammer of baby's breath and roses
I sip a whine from 1907 with a side of perpetual madness
And I fall asleep for the first time since Genesis.


--Z.Silas Herrera

© 2008 Z.Silas


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Youch. You sound like two friends I know. Very terrible not to get sleep. And my two friends hate me cuz I can sleep in 10 seconds flat, and stay sleeping, through anything. oops, didn't mean to rub it in. Yeah, that's why my friends hate me.
Sorry for you, life is stressful enough without insomnia to pressurize it.
Good write, though!
Peace!
Cat

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Youch. You sound like two friends I know. Very terrible not to get sleep. And my two friends hate me cuz I can sleep in 10 seconds flat, and stay sleeping, through anything. oops, didn't mean to rub it in. Yeah, that's why my friends hate me.
Sorry for you, life is stressful enough without insomnia to pressurize it.
Good write, though!
Peace!
Cat

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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