Insomnia

Yet again I sit on the edge of this bed,
contemplating the meaning of life.
my head a torrent of chaos and dread,
I beg for a moment of slow in my strife.
I'm losing it all heart body and head,
losing the love of my life.
I feel like a blind man with needle and thread,
stitching the wounds from this knife...

I'm tired of sitting on the edge of my bed,
and feeling this torrent of chaos and dread,
I want to gain back my heart and my head,
so I can finally put down this needle and thread..

And finally get on with my life....


September 3. 2012
12:06 am