Insomniac Dreamer

phantom visions, turbulent incision, 

are we not cut from the same cloth?

golden dreamers, kinda like a moth 

to the flame, alike in some, many ways 

shrouded in shame, blanketing reverie. 

morsel of a home; elusive, dissipating 

further, further but our kinetic bodies, warm; 

let's dwell in this abode. locked eyes, the forefront. 

surprise, after surprise time was never real. 

makeshift romance, indifferent; it was in the outset. 

unsaid expression held the deepest truths, 

it's time to cull the bullshit. little insomniac, 

you've got it all wrong. you were always asleep. 

seek your value in the ruins. sink your teeth into it. 

taste the richness, moths to flames, to ashes, 

emerging glory. it's time to wake up.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading 🙂