Insomnia

Insomnia

A Poem by EdFutinski

I lay my head on the pillow 

suddenly all the doors begin to rustle

and the mad ants steal my blurry dreams,

in the others disgust, that run away, wherever they can

without looking back

And the same you, remains in and with your head

On this faceless pillow

Like me,

And everything is breaking down

Castles made of cards

Everything is a vice and

My back hurts, my eyelids hurt

Every particle of my body hurts

As the stars and the sky

Thinking obsessively about things

I don’t know a thing

I don’t know who’s leading who no more

And everything begins to flow

And ironically transforms into shivers

Cutting my hair

And I become bald,

Crazy, crazy and solitary

Lonelier than a street whose name was changed

And nothing stops here

‘Cause i know, tomorrow is another night

And all these shadows will return

voracious like a child sucking mother’s milk

And you should cheat the eyes to close

Wish to sleep, sleep to wish

 

© 2008 EdFutinski


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EdFutinski
EdFutinski

Hellville, Romania



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