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Psychosis Owns The Nighttime

Psychosis Owns The Nighttime

A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver

“The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.” Poppy Z. Brite


scream for mercy
lucid nightmares grate
click click click
crack is the sound
of my inner beat
frame by frame
sleepless nights
distort sane visions
purges pain
poignant pangs 
poisoned perception 
walk with me
caress the shame
cradle the pieces
I am disassembled
pop the blister
inside I fester
poisonous pangs
peel back the layers
each sordid one
beg for mercy
sleepless nights 
show a damned eternity
caress me
calm the melancholy
I am disassembled
a fraction
by the light of life
and death's epiphany
breathe for me
I am tired of reality

©2016 PoppySilver

© 2016 Poppy Ruth Silver

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"I am disassembled

a fraction


by the light of life

and death's epiphany"

most powerful lines here, in my honest opinion.

Posted 2 Years Ago

I like the last line: "I am tired of reality." Great poem Poppy Silver.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Great poem!
Well done!
Keep it up!

Posted 2 Years Ago

A dark write but the light of it all is a good write from insomnia. Sometimes the best comes out at night in thoughts!:) Nice strong pungent write!

Posted 2 Years Ago

Whenever I find myself within the throws of it, I usually do some reading or writing, which gives me cause to believe that it simply works itself out for the best.

Perhaps your muse feeds off the insomnia?

"A fraction divided by the light of life." ...another masterpiece, Poppy!

Posted 2 Years Ago

Insomnia is one of the cruellest of leisure activities. or - if you prefer, is a thief one can do without, i know! Seems the devil caller has created too many perforated thoughts and words. The sounds pitter.patter thoughts, Poppy, can hear them almost chipping away your reasoning. 'Rather think you need, as another reviewer suggested, a different resting place - a change of direction.. head to North, feet to South.

As ever you lift thinking to a different plane. As for that final phrase.. eyebrow raised... wondering.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Whew...would not want you for a house mate. Valentine

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Wow alliteration galore!. Love it

Posted 2 Years Ago

Great piece. Being someone who can relate to the frustration that comes coupled with insomnia, this did a pretty stellar job of putting such feelings into words.

Awesome work. Keep it up. :)

Posted 2 Years Ago

Insomnia can drain life out but that could be a symptom of something else. May be sleeping somewhere you are loved unconditionally may do the trick. Please try sometime soon

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Added on January 21, 2016
Last Updated on January 21, 2016


Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

United Kingdom

Merry Meet all, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My .. more..