18 | A Warm Hand

beneath my eyes

are circles blacker than night

a red sea of pain

encircles my pupils

insomnia

insomnia

insomnia

crying my name

 

emptiness scratching my soul to pieces

reeking havoc in the night

allowing no sleep

no sleep

no sleep

no sleep

every night

for a week

 

images pulsate through my mind

like a heartbeat

I breathe in

a vacuum of love

cold lifelessness surrounds me

parading my body

like some hunted animal

tossing me into the frozen fires of hell

and from it

I search for a warm hand

 

I’ve never told anyone

about that one goal of mine

many could guess I suppose

as many have and failed

 

it’s to find that one person

someone

to hold

someone

to love

to care about

 

it’s about correcting all the wrongs

it’s about making everything right