Wide Awake Ii
Insomnia isn't what this is...body feels the antithesis
too many synapses tap dancing late
A recital of thoughts that wont disapate
Body idle despite the cranium cartwheels--The heart feels ..
much like a gerbil wheel spinning
tireless night, patience is thinning
I
In the dark, there's no repression for forced out thought
Losing ten counts in bruising mind bouts
No preoccupation to mask this.... basque this in brighter shine
this is the jail-cell of night...
With my past trangressions in sight, I lay here reflecting
REM rejecting...as if everything's not alright
Lunar-revelation is my one-on-none time....
Nights like these
make me spiteful
to morning birds that wake me
Copyright © Steve Voorhees | Year Posted 2009
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