Insomnia (Pertenza Ripresa)
The damp darkness did not just fall.
Fall it did, eventually though.
Though, eventually I did call
Call for sight, was not heed enough.
For silence was sudden and sharp.
Sharp like love that rings distant bells
Bells that reproduce Satan’s harp
Harp: a constellation of h***s.
For the stars no longer survive.
Survive now only does the pain.
The pain of knowing I’m alive.
Alive to feel forever sane . . .
I awoke suddenly again.
Again t’was half past the hour,
The hour past my last amen;
Amen . . . t’was a dream of power
Only I shall forget but half
But half forgot did I thus far
Thus far I have but one last calf
One last calf is my herd afar.
It starts to rain, I raise the cane
Cane I do the wet woolly beast
Beast of burdens, they strain my veins
My veins, my nerves; I fall to sleep
Do to recent activity here at the poetry section, I have been motivated to write.
I still need to do a lot of work to this, so any and all suggestion will be appreciated and welcomed. Note: I realize the tone changes halfway through this--it was intentional. Please let me know if it works. I was trying for the vicious cycle of going in and out of sleep--hence the calf that turns woolly.
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