Insomnia

Insomnia,
I see through you.
A black night
creates a blackened mind.

I see through you
to Cancer curled embryonic.
A blackened mind
twists reality to trauma.

To Cancer. Curled embryonic,
I am feeling for your
twists. Reality to trauma,
the sickness comes in fits.

I am feeling for your
tired eyes, Insomnia.
The sickness comes in fits,
hits, and screams for sleep.

Tired eyes. Insomnia
burrows deep, until it
hits and screams. For sleep
is always there, fumbling.

Burrow deep, until you,
Insomnia –
always there – fumble
the black night.

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