Delusions of the InsomniacA Poem by Ian TitianA poem about the madness that insomnia could bring forth.Delusions of the
Insomniac The new moon peeks its way through the window I found myself lying awake. Dead awake Dead ... yet awake The smell of dreams I could not smell And the sight of sounds turned me unwell With difficulty I forced my hands to ring the bell “Francesca!” I called out No answer. Once, twice, thrice I called, but still ... no answer Until I remembered and recalled As the light of the new moon, barely peeking through Barely touching her ... soft pale face On the surface of a canvas, flat and cold. And ... dead Dead as the real mistress herself I cried, “Oh how can I forget!” That night I recalled the night the reaper took your poor soul away T’was the final night of the life in which I was admitted entrance To the land of dreams Or as my dear departed Francesca called it, “The land of life.” © 2018 Ian Titian |
StatsAuthorIan TitianMalang, Jawa Timur, IndonesiaAboutArt is what enables our eyes to see beyond what is visible. It can captivate our souls and make us realize how beautiful and majestic the world around us is, for there is so much to be appreciated tha.. more..Writing
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