Monthly Archives: March 2016

Insomnia 

Every time

It approaches midnight
It finds us.
Every time.

A shadow- no host.
It scratches me

And us.
It hates to:

Leave; rest; sit alone

And wait…
It gulps.

The white noise floods the silence.
“Illusions”

I bury under the quilt, face the wall and close my eyes.
Sleep never rushes.

It never responds.

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