Insomnia

INSOMNIA

All the things that haunt me
As I feign true sleep.
All my thoughts are churning
And my body weeps.

Every memory taunting,
Like dew upon the flower.
Every sense is heightened,
Every taste, sour.

All the words I utter,
To exercise the air.
Stir dreams long forgotten,
Like fingers through my hair.

So when despair beckons,
As the flame to the hay,
Keep this power within you.

Seize the day,

Seize the day.