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.

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

It never responds.



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3 responses to “Insomnia 

  1. Love the dark tone and way you compared insomnia to a black shadow or monster. I love everything you write. It’s so darn good.

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