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

Urban Wolf