Insomnia

insomnia

stayin' up all night with your burnin' words in my brain

puttin' out all light throwin our worlds to the flame

these words bring no fame

they carry on their back only shame

these words bare no blame

they bury in the black only shame

syllables of broken words

that only serve to disturb seem absurd

when humbly heard

and I can only be cured

by excorcizing the lure

of love so ghastly unpure

casting gray shadows fluttering peripheral dust

pushing on mirros waiting for outlines to rust

shaken globe atmosphere projecting the sounds i don't hear

pulling the background near heightening the lines between fears

- E. Widmark