Insomnia

This bed holds dark secrets

Tucked away in soft white sheets

Muffled screams

Hot wet tears

Cold sweats, fast heartbeats

Fetal, curling, tightly wound terrors

Bedtime stories to a dead boy

Fingers swirling in tiny black curls

Vulnerability, thick and dense

Smoldered by misplaced anger

Puddles of rage

Bubbling up from the center like hot oil

Staining white to black

Filled with slick shiny coats of shame

Sheetrock dust and shock

Trembling fingers searching for light

Heavy blankets of emptiness

Numb and void

Whispers in the night

Pleading for mercy

Waking in the early morning

With a taste for my own death

Ravenous

Hungry for it

A silence to all this noise

I call upon the warrior in me

Slaying thoughts that keep me small

Fight harder

Fright stronger

Don't let them down

No wonder I cant sleep