I feel the wings of moths
are gently touching skin,
but I can't see them flying in the dusk.
I can not overcome the fear within
and in the mid of night I am awake, aghast.
Intrusive hum
is slowly driving mad ,
but I can find no escape
in sleep;
I feel no longer safe
inside my bed,
I can't resist, I cave in to this flitter.
Until the darkness fades
I can't even believe
that there was day before
and there again will be;
can't concentrate,
my thoughts are all adrift;
it seems I can't regain my memory;
can't gather all my feels,
they simply ooze...
No anxious meditations anymore:
a devastated gaze - some sleeping pills - then, fuse;
like momental retreat to cure my aching sores.
(summer 2014)
lullaby
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