Insomnia on the horizon

messages and messages being sent and received

according to belief that I should be asleep...

my cerebral cortex calculating what's next

seconds to dreams slower than reality

the hands of the clock spin gradually...

Silence dawns a break of deafening internal screeches

the concious mind giving way to what could be

at 03:33 my inner 'me' letting loose

screw loose on a rendezvous

third night in a row and its giving me the spooks

staring into the unknown

exhailing steam on the windows

finger painting my thoughts before they evaporate and go

toe to toe with unhinged thoughts opening doors to

even more

scenes accustomed to be seen in the brighter day

than this gray laminated by the block of cheese staring away

a glint resplendent through the pupil

a break in the darkness for me to reside

staying mesmerised in yearning to close my eyes.

restrained and detained by stress and consequences

insomnia remains until the morning