A roasting mind in a pressure cooker.

When sleepless thoughts
turn on the rotisserie
of a guilty conscience,
the bed of an insomniac mind
welcomes the new day
shining some light.

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

ohhhh...any poem with the word "sleepless" in it is bound to be brilliant...:P

Could just be that the light coming through might also be burnt :)

Somehow, it's as if I also sense some sort of mixed metaphor in this one...as in, "sweeping a raw nerve under a carpet..."......images can be powerful, but when mixed, well, they can be like alcohol...:)

[Patricia Wedel]

Mixed images and mixed drinks... that's an intoxicating experience to even read in a poem... truly, Pat

[SleeplessVolcano]

Mmmm.....that gives me a few ideas for another poem :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes... yesterday we were confused. Today we see the light more clearly.... relying on memory. truly, Pat