I moved a post to the trash,
A constant whining and rehash
Won’t draw me closer to a truth
Or put a suture in my past.

Watched two turn to five,
Waiting for some little sign.
Then wishing I could find,
The off switch for my mind.

And daylight will creep, like a forgone conclusion
Light, shadow, substance, illusion.
Some clarity, some boggy confusion.
Can’t sleep and can’t think is the union
Of a place called insomnia.