It's an ungodly hour.
And I've been kept awake.
The world beckons.
And it didn't call with melodious
chirps from the birds in the trees.
It wasn't the soft, calming pitter patter
of raindrops upon the window pane.
Thoughts...
Sneaky, almost sinister thoughts.
Like fine-grain sandpaper that gently rubs
against the quiet skin.
Like a fine-toothed comb that jabs
lightly and repeatedly into the scalp.
Like a tiny paper cut that is invisible
yet you know it's there.
Slowly abrading...
Poking...
Stinging...
Eating away at the thin veil
of silence and peace
that barely blankets my being.
•••
I am now awake.
And I have been awake...
Thinking, doubting and second guessing...
At this ungodly hour.