Insomnia;
of hopes and dreams
tethered to the brink of eyelids-
blink and they're gone.
These thoughts they atrophy
amidst the badgering chaos,
the harshest cacophony, yielding
to the force majeure- the zeitgeist.
Every dream
and every waking phantasm
allude to unkept promises
made to reflections.
Oh how a single beam of light,
straight and unwavering,
scatters as it passes through the fractured mirror
wielding phantoms of a former presence.
Alas the evidence is confounding:
coffee cup rings and half-written lines,
tousled sheets in empty confines,
and hollow eyes with empty stares.
These pieces of a jigsaw,
as disjointed as are confronting memories,
are just as they seem: determinants
of a bigger, scrambled picture.
C'est la vie!
These thoughts they atrophy.
Plateau. Patter.
Gone.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
Insomnia;
of hopes and dreams
tethered to the brink of eyelids-
blink and they're gone.
These thoughts they atrophy
amidst the badgering chaos,
the harshest cacophony, yielding
to the force majeure- the zeitgeist.
Every dream
and every waking phantasm
allude to unkept promises
made to reflections.
Oh how a single beam of light,
straight and unwavering,
scatters as it passes through the fractured mirror
wielding phantoms of a former presence.
Alas the evidence is confounding:
coffee cup rings and half-written lines,
tousled sheets in empty confines,
and hollow eyes with empty stares.
These pieces of a jigsaw,
as disjointed as are confronting memories,
are just as they seem: determinants
of a bigger, scrambled picture.
C'est la vie!
These thoughts they atrophy.
Plateau. Patter.
Gone.
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