Insomnia 1
Where do you go when the night is too dark
covered in ink
beyond the moon
obscuring the stars?
Where will you hide when fear descends
past reason
stealing breath
blanking the mind?
What can you do when the pain is too great
beyond words
surpassing tears
past tolerance?
Nowhere and nothing.
There is only insomnia.
Copyright © Mary Rotman | Year Posted 2015
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