Insomnia

This must have been written at around age 15 I think.

 

Here in the heavy silence

That cuts into my head

I hear the stillness of the night

It shakes me in my bed

The darkness stabs my pupils

The calm screams in my mind

The night opens my eyes

And peace is hard to find

A raging, roaring being,

A burning life in death

Disturbing dark tranquillity

With movement and with breath

Irrelevant undones

Fight to be centre stage

Extraneous unsaids

I cannot turn the page

I want to close my eyes

And start to float away

I’d like, please, to forget

Until another day

But sounds are like artillary

Exploding in my mind

Until my head is living

And sleep so hard to find.