Insomnia
Writhing, Waking, Wanting to recapture that sweetness
The sweet unconscious bereavement of you
As states pass cognition sends envoys of darkness
Oh mindful wakefulness
How tormenting!
I seek unconsciousness in consciousness
In the task and toil of the everyday
Anything to serve a purpose
to progress through time quickly
Until I find myself locked in you
Embracing is my truth and beauty
As a man without spectacles
I grope through the blur until clarity reveals itself
Clouded, thwarted are my motives thoughts ambitions
Hazy is my existence without you near
As an ink blot mars a page with impurity
So has your distance besplattered the immaculate page of my mind
Wow, I loved that! I always wished I could write poetry but I suck at is so I can just read yours now! Yessss!!! But really you’re a very talented writer.
I am so glad that you are finally doing a blog, Nick so that people other than your close friends and family can easily access your musings.
My ex-creative writing teacher once told me that writing everyday is like doing sit-ups. It becomes easier with daily practice but harder when neglected.