Insomniac

The depth of your shadow, gently greets my soul My shattered self once again, splits into whole The scope of opportunity still gambles with the chance But I live a lifetime at the glimpse of your loving glance. The phantom of me, confronts my nemesis I am in battle with myself, reasoning my genesis Owned by fear, life is still Truth or Dare….. Or maybe I am just too tired, too lost to care. My battered youth, consoles my browsed lust Times are a wasting, so am I and it all sounds so just Any day now, as the sadness drags me down way into the deep But at least for once , I need your touch to help me fall asleep. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.