notMetaphor Poetry insomniac

insomniac



my memory

on the cusp

of dreams I

a broken

darkness

find reality

must

chain

world cries

faint echoes

shout whispers

sleep

hope

pervades

blended

tomorrow

wants not

will never

hide beyond

corners

blown

before the glow

come

to look back

and

leach the wind

golden

walls

dawn

do not

blink

the sun

shadows smother

this light

must

rise