Insomnia is my puppeteer,
her binding strings attached to my limbs,
yanking and tugging me into a cruel tango.
With a smirk she invites Fatigue
to paint me with his heavy strokes,
adorning me with exhaustion.
Lurking in her shadows,
Rest attempts to visit me, to no avail.
Her red lips curled...
breathe in the smell of disarray
wardrobes and wonderings strewn
across the carpet
homework and high hopes piled
on the desk
light shines in through the window
smudged with the prints of
anxious fingertips pressed
upon the glass, of a young girl's
face gazing out as if the view
might ...
it's like when you
open one of those
greeting cards that sing
in a silent grocery store
and you SNAP close it
because you broke that
hear-a-pin-drop silence
and you THUD put it back
in a flash on the shelf
glancing over your shoulder
praying no one noticed...
Nostalgia is cozy
Memories envelop you
like summer sunlight
seeping through treebranches
dappling you in warmth
Flashbacks run on railroads
Your train of thought
travels to days past
The comfort of what was
reassures that which will be...
Words in my head
flow
like milk into a cereal bowl
but my luck charms
give my thoughts
sugar rush
and they just
spin
like a spider weaving a web
and now my words just
tangle...