Sorry to everyone that I have not been active. I am depressed. It will get better. Insomnia Rock me to sleep in the eye of the storm I don’t want to see through the walls To the dark Suffocation, blind dedication To a dream that has lost its edge. August is stealing my mind. Only sleep will heal the jagged scar That lies inside my open eyes, Counting the revolutions Of ceiling fan blades in the night And into the dawn. “Peace, be still,” the Good Book says, “and know that I am God.” Is God within the hurricane? Or floating in my crippled brain? Perhaps he’s in the bitter tears That flow so slow Down the broken drain. Herein lies madness. |