Thursday, February 3, 2011

That Peculiar Friend


Insomnia, that peculiar friend…
Doesn’t come, doesn’t leave

Like drops of heavy oil,
minutes are sliding down the walls of time
getting nowhere
Time is longer and thicker over night, I discover
Thoughts are drilling harder, too, self-coerced

Seeking for attributes does not complete the picture
The night remains a blank page, calm, yet disturbing
So impersonal and cold, inevitable
Quintessence of loneliness

Waiting for the skies to turn grey
Defrost the pendulum
And harbor another morning

Yet, nightmares won’t leave
And another night will come, I know
Take me back to my peculiar friend
To hold my hand and wrap up my brain

© Xh.D. 2011

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