So many of us spend countless hours into the we hours of the night staving off the limited hours until the morning light. Insomnia and its accompanying sleep exhaustion have claimed many of us and leading into less good than bad. Still, we choose more of the same, don’t we?
Back Chat of Eternal Insomnia by Michael Doyle At 4 AM, you realize your sleeplessness The oddest part is just how it's needless Nothing can be said in these late moments To bring world peace or ease life's torments Of relationships that have somehow gone wrong And no words said that will make you belong Any more than you will or already do now Nor that will not keep a more reasonable time anyhow You know you have to wake up early tomorrow Then that's when you realize to your sorrow That tomorrow is already come to be today Yet, nothing has changed, for the good anyway Life in all of its fundamental complexity Surges over you like a sea of anxiety Like an un-subtle compulsive tide will rise Nothing quite removes the red from your eyes You keep leaving the bed clumsy into the night spaces Your mind numbly feels out it's blank bits and traces As gravestone toast pops up in slices of indignity While that cup of coffee feigns restoration of your humanity On and on, your mind drones on virtually empty Believing yourself genius at your own audacity Alone in your apartment, you find yourself as you sit In the company of thousands of others who'll never forget There in the mystical fellowship of insomniacs Are the makings of tortured souls turned into maniacs Each mistaking the other as a guild of piercing minds Each unwilling to ever be left in the state of being behind Over the city's rooftops, data flow shimmers and flexes As millions of lost souls seek to to somehow truly connect It's a God like time that manages to feel as if eternal Though in the end burns deep like something infernal The clock loses itself in these darkest of dear hours As Gothic backchat seizes control and then sours All the woe of far too little time in which to sleep Caught in the foggy grayness that just could not keep (c) June 21, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
