Have been having some bouts of insomnia lately…at least during one of them, I was productive and wrote this poem:
Shameful fears, imagined slights
Rise to haunt me every night.
By day, they’re buried dark and deep
By night, they rise to rob my sleep.
Zombie fears and zombie hurts
Stretch seeking fingers up through the dirt
And in their struggle to get out
Infect the air with shame and doubt.
Snatch at my heart, suck at my brain
Reliving every secret pain.
Reopening wounds with slashes deep,
They steal my dreams, they steal my sleep.
Turn solitude into being lonely
Turn “what if” into “if only”
The dark beneath my eyes, the scars
Of fighting nighttime zombie wars.