Aniseeds Poems | Examples

Metronome Midnight

I can’t sleep
Thorny thoughts teeming
Feral fangs of conscience
Rabid with impatience
Questioning my answers
Because I have none

I can hear it prey
On my amniotic sanity
Salivating the palatable silence
Metronome midnight
Pounding my constricting chest
With an unmerciful thirst
To feast

I feel
Ravaged and discarded
Like a mangled core of Eden
Speckled with blindness
Desecrated with fate
Opaque prophecies
Of disheveled doom
And earth

I lie in sweat 
Cold, bereft
Concrete voices grinding
The aniseeds of distress
Blanketing me with torment
Devouring any hope
Of putting my mind to rest