I lay in bed at night,
going over the things I did.
Thinking of a million other ways
I should have done them.
Wishing I could go back and change them
as I close my eyes and slowly drift off to sleep,
knowing that I can't.
                                 - Jocelynn

Midnight has come again with the moon stretched out on the sky
With fear subsiding into sleep on their beds they peacefully lie

But people like me with insomnia are lying down sleepless
With all the demons uncovering all seems meaningless

At this time we think of death and what it might feel like
We think of a fight calculating the wining strike

Fear swallows us whole as we think of our families
Tears brim in to our eyes, knowing there are no remedies

So we wait hoping to be sane
Hoping we feel something other than disdain
Hoping we forget hoping we become numb to all the pain

So it's that time we fear, its midnight again.

#Grey

Sleep has lost me.
Desperately
trying to remember the steps
of how I once was there,
how in the beginning I felt so safe
I could melt
and dream
in her comfort,
I am awake
on the edge of the bed.
I stare
unable to find my way back
wondering
how I ever found her to begin with.

Some nights passages away so prompt
those nights i enjoy deeper sleep
for other un-rushed nights
my chest carries a burden of my heavy breathe

shadow of cold night stabs my chest multiple
times , these nights
are filled with discomfort as
i struggle to calm my unrest mind .

my eyes wide open , i hear bird chirping outside
sun rays tracing their way up the bed , soothing
my hurting chest ,
i close my eyes and pull the blanket to one
side as now i can sleep calmly without fearing
dreams of pitch black nights .

I spend the night trying to run from the storm
wrapping its arms around this town

but its roar
the thought of her

too intrusive too raging too electric

her rain softens the earth around my naked heart
the one I buried just for her

I lie awake stuck at 9, 894  
being unearthed is painful

I argue with the storm
until I realize there's no outrunning myself

Sleepless night!
those who are sleeping tight
tell me how do you sleep
without thinking
and sleep so light
don't you have any thoughts?

Voices
            Voices
                         Voices
Constantly speaking,
Raging
              Whispering
Talking?

Why won't they be QUIET,
silence...
Speaking; chatting; voices
                  Voices
   Voices

I can hear them in my head.
They speak louder at night,
All I want is sleep in my bed.
The sound in my head is like a bite.

No not sound.
Voices
               Voices
                                 Voices.

No sleep for me,
No sleep for them.
So why do they speak faster,
While my mind slinks slower.

Wait...
            silence...
                             At last...

The voices begin to sleep
Yet my mind is awake.
Thinking, guessing, hurting.
My eyes are heavy while my head is light.

The voices.
They talk again.
Simple, easing, slow.
Their words flow like honey.

Sweet and savory,
Whispering truths of the past...
Or are they my living lies.
My eyes do not know.

For they drop to darkness,
Ending the voices noise
From the fore and bringing
The sweet darkness of dark sleep.

Early morning

In the cool calm of a Sunday

Before the world has got its boots on


Flat and calm with possibility

Grey water

For a sleepless wanderer


Listening

To the roar of silence

Both deafening and beautiful