Denial of the Insomniac
by Candice Ann Moraga
The bird chirps 3AM as the crackle lights the sky
I thought I was done raining my sorrows…
And had finally cleared the storm clouds in my skull
Until nature decided to mock me
Maybe nature sympathizes
Most likely, it empathizes
It says, "I, too, feel the acid sting on my wounds -
And I'm a pissed off son of a bitch"
I was planning on taking a moonlit stroll -
But it looks like God thinks I need a shower instead
"Confess your sins and cleanse your soul"
But I'm too busy worrying about the java O.D.
I'll be experiencing in "Cube-ville" in a few short hours…
My stomach is a cavern and my mind is a labyrinth
My back - broken eggshells…
And yet - I cling, with chipped nail-polish, to my human frailties…
Just enough to blindly ask…
"Gee - why can't I fall asleep?"
And with bloodshot eyes, I watch the flicker…