The film of my fears flickers fiercely, unmercifully
Upon the shadows of my eyelids, clasped
So firmly closed in a grasp for sleep –
Failing.
Nightmares crawl through the darkness, a darkness
That sprawls against the frailty
Of my mind.
Night and day, day and night,
One long painful awakening covered
By a choking miasma,
Pierced only by darts of memories
Flash-banging in my hollowed head.
Body aching from the sleepless, listless
Creeping skin
Pulled taut over the barely living sinews
Where once my muscles tensed in laughter, in joy, in love.
A faded dream spiking the darkness,
The black pit that was me, melting daily
In failure at every turn.
Flickering film of days gone long by, unremitting, relentless,
Flashes in the dark exploding sleep and blasting it away.
The grave,
A bed cold and tight and tightening,
Clawing and crushing
May yet give rest to this restless soul,
Fractured, split and broken,
When once whole.
This is quite interesting…