Insomnia

I cried "my father" less twice Say thrice for I called the second Hiding my scared face from the lightening flash True the light is light Or what else could be lighter? After weaning through acclaimed deception Embracing the light in truth that has its root in lies Scientifically proven by Xs and Ys And Constants “K” and/or measured in Joule I forbid the memory that flashes in this forest of night Hammering in my head Even in the light the thunder-strike thunders Shaking the sole of my toe-less feet in repulsive horror of sleep Sleeping wide awake, remembering the cooing bird of noontime Lost in echoing thought…With watery eyes like rain waiting its turn “Wait for the morning when light chases dreams and terror is silent”