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