first draft of something new...
Insomnia
Breathing will not slow
limbs will not settle.
4am passes, no different from
2 or 3
except the growing black under my eyes.
Planes have shuttled travellers to their
dream destinations,
cats have fought over kingdoms
and I have lay here. Witness to it all.
Dawn.
The comfort of darkness shrinks away
as light erupts over the horizon.
Once the sun has taken its throne
there's no going back
no pillow can lessen the luminous orange hue
beating down on my face.
A perfect halo.
In what can be considered an epiphany
I rise,
from yet another sleepless night.
What good are words in the real world??
Breathing will not slow
limbs will not settle.
4am passes, no different from
2 or 3
except the growing black under my eyes.
Planes have shuttled travellers to their
dream destinations,
cats have fought over kingdoms
and I have lay here. Witness to it all.
Dawn.
The comfort of darkness shrinks away
as light erupts over the horizon.
Once the sun has taken its throne
there's no going back
no pillow can lessen the luminous orange hue
beating down on my face.
A perfect halo.
In what can be considered an epiphany
I rise,
from yet another sleepless night.
What good are words in the real world??