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”
Copyright © Mathew Daniel | Year Posted 2018
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