Insomnia
Good night,
Good night,
I look at the clock as she sleeps in silence and peace
It’s half past cheese, same time again,
I pick it up and eat as I climb out of bed.
I fly into the bathroom and twist the tap,
As the water slowly melts into the tub I pick up my razor,
The sharp wood splinters my face as the skin drops to the sink,
The tub is ran, I climb into the rainbow water and close my eye’s
Steam blows from the funnel as the train roll’s backwards down the track,
I look out from the 3rd floor, I’m scared, I don’t like heights, the 13th floor is scary.
I cry, the blood and tears roll up my face and into my eye’s as the train stops,
I see the mountain, chocolate icing covers the tops like lush blue grass in a desert,
I prepare to climb but first I make a stop, she’s still asleep as I kiss her forehead,
My journey continues and so up the air I climb,
it’s slippery so I cling my nails into the wall.
I reach the top and find what I’m looking for, a man, a wise man, I ask the question,
“Why do I not sleep when the night fill’s my life”? As we walk to the edge of the world,
He answers “look over the sky’s, what do you see”? “A long way down” I reply, And I fall,
The light is covering my face now as I’m back in my bed, she awakes “good morning” she
say’s
I look into my hand’s and see the orb of my life, the wise man was right……….
It was a dream.
Copyright © Ivan Beresford | Year Posted 2009
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