No Sleep

Blue light seeps from the corners. Its fluorescent under your lids, A cool gap between the blanket, And it lingers, always. A reminder that you will never sleep. The tv static turns to crunching. Your dense bones become chalk; Life grinds you like snow under an unaware boot. Sleep, somehow, under the pressure. Those things will creep back though, They’ll whisper to you beautiful poems, Winding twisting stories of your fears. The monsters, the bloodshed and the lights: Together they tell a stunning song, Chime your fearful reasons for life, And like a fool you will forget them as you wake. Rise from your bed like a corpse. The pillow sings new symphonies . You want to cry but the sky in your eyelids dried them out. Good things dont happen to bad people.