Sleep has fucked right off
deserted me as I crave,
the silence of a quiet mind
set to dream instead of rebellious
thoughts rioting.
Pacing around the living room
awake, cursed and cursing.
Fused in a fugue state
of frozen zombie mumbling.
The thoughts keep colliding.
Pushing me on
away from the sanctity of Bed.
The longing for duvet wrapped around
Keeping away the cacophony,
but tonight it will not still the noise
cancel the perpetual crash of waves
against the shores of cerebellum.
Insomnia has taken root
grown into a vacuous weed
perpetuating poison,
propelling me on.
Always…