Insomnia (Bad, Worse, Worst)
It’s bad when time pauses
A split second in between laughs
A drop of doubt plinking into vast lakes
And it’s worse when you’re alone
Like the black notes between ivory whites
Like a vacant emptiness, seemingly forever
But it’s worst before sleep
Thoughts that in the day lurked rather than prowl
Dreams of bridges and falling, of cars and collision.
This poem is about:
Me
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