Sleep doesn’t listen to my imperial voice
My room is heavy with darkness like a gorilla
The roads are quiet, the trucks are still asleep
Making me the only one awake in the world.

Words exist in the mind, fear exists in the mind
It disturbs, rankles, cries, implies uncomfortable positions
Hinders all my relaxation techniques
Hours pass slowly as if dawn will never come.

But when I fall asleep all the barriers disappear
Succession of events are so precise
Like a diabetic starts with a drop of blood then insulin
Continuous, seamless, soft gaze of a mist.

2 thoughts on “Darkness

  1. Edgar, I have suffered from insomnia off and on for much of my adult life. I feel like you captured what it is to be awake in the middle of the night perfectly here.
    Hoping that you rest…


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