More from the Insomniac

In remembrance of pain, I am sometimes sucked backwards into the great divide.

  Sensory triggers feeling phantom spasms where there used to be fingers.

Fingers with memories .

Having sought solace 

I am left wondering

Is this separation real or imaginary ?

Insomniac Bliss

Knowledge without understanding 

   She saw him before he saw her

For a moment the noisy crowd disappeared 

  Expecting nothing she was pleasantly surprised  

As their bodies met and melted together

 They realized how insignificant words could be

Smile !

 

Goals

Today I am making it a goal that I will be attempting a blog entry every day . It could be a new poem
or just ramblings . whatever I post, I hope you enjoy it!

Drifting

Drifting senselessly across the sea of time, following my own shadow without a sound.
The storm always on the horizon, I was always too blind  to see.
You stood before me offering a hand .
 Unfeeling I turned looking for the hand I couldn't reach.
 Hear no evil. Speak no evil , See no evil ......
     You promised everything.
      I offered nothing .
You won't see me  .
You won't hear me.
You can't talk to me.
The storm is between us
And the waves are just too high to cross.

Floating

Floating senselessly across the sea of time. I was just a stranger chasing my own shadow.
Drifting in the wrong direction
.What felt like so much then can mean so much more now that it is gone.