2 a.m.Cornered by insomnia
Warped in a blur of thoughts
Blanketed by the permeating darkness
And the echoes of silence
Surrounding me.
Reluctantly I surrender to your call
Laboriously dictating
The incessant voices in my head
Each a force of their own
Anxious to be heard.
I'm already stretched beyond my means
Elongated beyond recognition
As these cursed letters
Eager to take shape
Spiral from my fingers.
Heavy on my head
Is the weight of my heart
As the night fades
With pace of the rising sun.
…so…lac….e…
… i…s…
… fou… nd…
6 a.m.
Olsfred James 2015©
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