![]() An Insomniac's Love LetterA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)![]() sleeping without her![]() Sleeping without your love, can't be called sleep at all. Only a sharp descent from madness; mania fades to exhaustion and the shakey hands of my subconscious mind cradle me to safety.
Nights are never easy, so mornings are never good. All white spheres rise and fall against dotted colorless horizons. Flashes of reds, yellows, and blues come and go as I finger paint by memory from a ghostly palette.
I'm running barefoot on the serrated edge of insanity, fleeing the pointing fingers of faceless drones. They speak in an obscure language and forgetful phrases; my ears only seem to hear, she--- her.
Reality has become a blur moving to fast for me to focus, but I press on (with weighted feet) searching broken images and slightly remembered shadows for even the faintest trace of you.
Wide awake dreaming always lead me to that bed--- our bed. Where cold sheets weep and abandoned pillows cry, and I break along with them.
This is the only place I can still see colors so clear, and it always reminds me... I haven't slept since you left. © 2013 Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Author's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Oblivion's edge, OHAboutBeen here for some time... My work is my life. Read and I hope you enjoy. I will return the sentiment. more..Writing
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