I don’t need sleep,
I just need to lie in bed,
Staring at the ceiling,
Listening to music all night,
Thinking about possibilities,
risks, the past and every person
I’ve ever accidently wronged.
If sleep is for the weak,
Obsessive reconsideration
of the past present and future
is for the concerned, introspective,
overanalyzing, deep thinkers.
I don’t need sleep,
I need a time machine
And a clinical trial on re-dos,
Make-ups and sneak-peaks.
Tonight you will be visited by
Three ghosts says a
haunting regret holding
a fresh pot of coffee:
Ghosts of Insomnia
Past, Present, Future
When the grey light finally
Comes through the window,
Announcing a rainy
Morning will I roll over
Or step out,
Let the rain soak my hair,
My clothes, and remember this
Is what it means to be alive?
I don’t need sleep,
I need nightly reminders
Of the context.
