Insomnia

With raw eyes I view life
scalding tears, frozen stares
The companions to memoris sliced
from a mind grown old too soon.

Wanting to find a youth lost
the what-ifs plague and entice.
Counting upon the scars and cost
a deep backwater black lagoon.

Draw in a breath, feel the beat
a heart wretched and guilty.
A tear falls, then repeats
'neath the glow of a cold moon.

Yet the dawn does come again
to chase shadows from the mind.
A chance to wipe away my sin
a promise of sleep at dusk does loom.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Deo Avatar
November 28, 2021 at 5:59 AM
May I be true to my calling and say, "You are free of the past, of all mistakes. YOU are how the Universe experiences itself. If u have time, Google Alan Watts (died 1973) who once said [my paraphrase], "Just your being alive is enough. The universe would not experience you and itself if you were not born, or lived all your experiences." If I'm wrong is sharing, 4give me. You need not suffer; at least NOT alone anymore. Tell the universe
Deo Avatar
November 28, 2021 at 5:59 AM
May I be true to my calling and say, "You are free of the past, of all mistakes. YOU are how the Universe experiences itself. If u have time, Google Alan Watts (died 1973) who once said [my paraphrase], "Just your being alive is enough. The universe would not experience you and itself if you were not born, or lived all your experiences." If I'm wrong is sharing, 4give me. You need not suffer; at least NOT alone anymore. Tell the universe
Michael Avatar
August 21, 2019 at 7:35 PM
I dread sleepless nights...I'm like a zombie the next day ... Nice read
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