INSOMNIA (AGAIN & AGAIN)

Insomniacs like me
Sleep from life
We don’t always wake
Dropping important parts
Of ourselves
Like entering a dream world
Where all is strange
But oh, so real
I cannot write
In this morphial place of
No-sleep
But one day
My eyes will open
And the words will be there
Once again
Tumbling
Maybe stumbling
Across the white page
Of the Universe
The creative spirit:
Writing, music, art
Will return
Gardening
The simpling of herbs
Will suddenly appear
Yet I know
What I want most
The beauty of romantic love
Has disappeared forever
But even in its absence
It will be an
Awakening
At last…

(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: entropic tractor 2 sm px

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