I'm finding it hard to sleep these days.
While my mind whirs electrical currents
civil war.
And my voices whisper
yesnomaybes
taunting my neverending curiosities.
today and tomorrow and yesterday pool at the back of my skull
forgetting which came first,
and which hasn't happened.
Forgetting to care,
as I stare into the smokey galaxies above my bed.
Dreams consort with ghosts,
nightmares sing cryptic lullabies in hollow voices.
Conversations that never existed, unravel themselves
before my hopeless, opened eyes,
and I breathe my silent testimony
to the horrors I so graciously accepted as home,
to ears that will never hear it.
Like a nymph I feel my skin,
cellophane tight,
conforming to laws of nature that are not my own.
Accepting existence as an anomaly, out of spite for my creators.
I rise and fall
pulled by sweet Luna
into the fading lights of my consciousness,
then back to harsh reality before I can appreciate
my mind's secret gardens.