Insomnia

Washed out brain

What if it never ends?

It never ends.

it never –

endless nights fade into  

empty days lead to

dawning dusk and

suns that set at forty degrees

but it never ends.

 

Insects bite my face

which raises bumps and

stillness births blisters

I bleed pain I didn’t feel

and it never ends

 

Crimson ore from twisted iron

while distant laughter

Forces me to remember.

 

Post Trauma

When I walk home in darkened skies

and shadows scamper through looming leaves

I can still beat around the ambush

enclose cold arms around searing bruises

but what about the screams, and the tears,

and the laughter?

 

I can never forget the laughter